In the shadows where I roam,
There's a whisper in the air,
Like the rust that eats away,
At the love we used to share.
Storm clouds gather overhead,
And the rain begins to fall,
As my lonely heart plays on,
Just a haunted, empty call.
With my old guitar in hand,
I strum away my pain,
Each note a bittersweet reminder,
Of the joy that turned to rain.
The truth is hard to swallow,
In a bottle left alone,
Every chord a silent story,
Of the road that I must roam.
Solitude’s a heavy coat,
Wraps around me tight,
In the dark, I seek a way,
But there’s no guiding light.
I chase the echoes of your laugh,
Through the corridors of time,
But the hollow space beside me,
Knows no rhythm, knows no rhyme.
Lost in the rust of memories,
That fade but never die,
Like a storm that’s always raging,
In the corner of my mind.
I’m just a lonely traveler,
On this dusty road of tears,
Playing blues beneath the heavens,
Through the laughter, through the fears.
So I’ll sing my song of sorrow,
Let the truth come crashing down,
Though the storm may keep on raging,
I’ll be standing on my ground.
And if you hear the echoes,
Of our love in distant dreams,
Know the hollow heart still wanders,
Chasing faded, broken dreams.
Through the rust of time we're bound,
In the solitude we bear,
But I’ll hold this lonely candle,
Let it shine, let it flare.
One day I’ll find my solace,
In the warmth of love’s embrace,
'Til then, I’ll play my blues alone,
In this empty, lost space.
Blues
Hollow, Rust, Solitude, Storm, Lonely, Guitar, Truth
Blues
Hollow, Rust, Solitude, Storm, Lonely, Guitar, Truth