Untold

The Stories Untold There are stories untold, In the depths of the night, Whispers of secrets, That hide from the light. They linger in shadows, And dance in the breeze, Echoes of memories, That no one can seize. They speak of the past, And the things that have been, Of love and of loss, And the places we've seen. They tell of the future, And the things yet to come, Of dreams and of hopes, And the battles we've won. These stories untold, Are a part of us all, A tapestry woven, From the rise to the fall. So listen to the whispers, And the secrets they hold, For the stories untold, Are the treasures of old.