Chasing The Shadows Of The Past

I step through echoes, faint but near, Each one a whisper in my ear. Shadows stretch across the lane, Tracing outlines of old pain. Yet somehow, in their quiet way, They guide me forward;stay. But as the stars begin to rise, I find new light in tired skies. The past may hold my hand tonight, Yet dawn will bring its softer light. And in the hush of morning’s sway, I hear them fading on my way.