[Verse]
A postcard’s edge, frayed by time’s cruel hand,
Your scrawled words call from a boyhood land.
Fields we roamed now fade to ash and dust,
My chest caves where our friendship rusts.
[Chorus]
Tattered postcard, your lines cut deep tonight,
Grief’s cold grip clouds the morning’s light.
Through this dirge, your spirit haunts my days,
Gone, yet bound in memory’s endless maze.
[Verse]
No wealth to claim, but your jests were king,
Now silence chokes where our youth would sing.
Skies turn gray, they mourn your fleeting spark,
Each thought of you tears my world apart.
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
Tattered postcard, your lines cut deep tonight,
Grief’s cold grip clouds the morning’s light.
Through this dirge, your spirit haunts my days,
Gone, yet bound in memory’s endless maze.
[Bridge ]
Cracked vinyl moans of summers lost to time,
Your faded script fuels this wretched rhyme.
Grip this sorrow, though it breaks my frame,
Your absence scars with an endless flame.
[Outro]
Tattered postcard, you bind me to the past,
Your ghost remains, my pain will ever last.