Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading grey,
Another morning slips away.
A silent house, a hollow sound,
Until a warmth is found.
She came a ghost, a shadow thin,
Lost in alleys, where troubles begin.
A calico stray, all tattered and torn,
Seeking shelter before the morn.
Golden window, a sunbeam's grace,
Illuminating a forgotten space.
Attic bloom, a feline glow,
A tiny kingdom, soft and slow.
Old man Hemlock, pours the brew,
Watches her stretch, a hopeful view.
Says, "That cat's seen things, believe me true,"
A wisdom shining, fresh and new.
Golden window, a sunbeam's grace,
Illuminating a forgotten space.
Attic bloom, a feline glow,
A tiny kingdom, soft and slow.
She hunts the dust bunnies, leaps and plays,
Lost in sunlight, through hazy days.
A splash of color, bright and bold,
A story whispered, yet untold.
Golden window, a sunbeam's grace,
Illuminating a forgotten space.
Attic bloom, a feline glow,
A tiny kingdom, soft and slow.
The world outside is rush and strain,
But up above, a sweet refrain.
A quiet comfort, a gentle peace,
Where worries lessen and troubles cease.
Now regulars smile, a knowing glance,
At the calico's hopeful dance.
She's earned her keep, a furry friend,
A little sunshine 'til the very end.
Golden window, a sunbeam's grace,
Illuminating a forgotten space.
Attic bloom, a feline glow,
A tiny kingdom, soft and slow.
Sunlight fades, the day is done,
But the golden memory lingers on.
A calico dream, a warm embrace,
In that quiet, forgotten place.
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