Drifting on a river of fog and despair,
The harmonica whispers a tune that’s laid bare.
Each breath is a memory, fading like dreams,
Caught in the echoes of life’s broken seams.
Loneliness lingers on these gravel-strewn roads,
Each step feels heavy, carrying burdens untold.
The wind it sighs, as the shadows grow long,
In this twilight hour, I’m just a man with a song.
Oh, the weight of the night, it hangs like a stone,
I’m searching for comfort in this world that I’ve grown.
Each note that I play, it tells of my fight,
Against all the sorrow that slips into the night.
So I sit by the river, let the music take flight,
A chorus of heartache, a chorus of light.
The harmonica weeps, but there’s beauty in pain,
I’ll dance with my demons, till the stars fall like rain.
With every last echo, I find my release,
In the stillness of shadows, I finally find peace.
These dreams may be shattered, but I’ll play on alone,
For in the last note of sorrow, I’ll finally find home.
Blues
Harmonica, Echo, Sorrow, Gravel, Dreams, Loneliness, Fog
Blues
Harmonica, Echo, Sorrow, Gravel, Dreams, Loneliness, Fog