"Well. Come. Back."

A gentle nudge. A familiar place. A reminder that no matter the time or season, some spaces quietly call us home. This one’s for the park—and for anyone who needs a reason to lace up and return.



Well, Come Back

Alone under the stars
Verse 1
In the lost fields where the wind dies away,
A man walks, alone, in the morning light.
The shadows of the hills whisper memories,
But no one to hear his murmured sighs.
Chorus
Alone under the stars, he seeks a light,
An echo, a voice, a look at the earth.
But in this countryside, there is only silence,
A desert of whispers, a cold presence.
Verse 2
The days stretch on, each dawn is the same,
The bells in the village ring without wonder.
The old bench under the tree keeps him company,
But he dreams of a smile that would break the boredom.
Chorus
Alone under the stars, he seeks a light,
An echo, a voice, a look at the earth.
But in this countryside, there is only silence,
A desert of whispers, a cold presence.

Verse 3
A yellowed letter he'll read a hundred times,
Words from a past he can't replace,
Under the moon, he sings to make up for his absence,
Hoping that one day, someone will break his distance.

Chorus
Alone under the stars, he seeks a light,
An echo, a voice, a look at the earth.
But in this countryside, there is only silence,
A desert of whispers, a cold presence.

All rights reserved by Jacques BEGUE written on 04/24/2025.

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