In the midnight hour where the shadows creep,
I walk these winding roads, oh the pain runs deep.
A lament in my heart, like a stormy song,
With every thunder clap, I know I’ve been wronged.
Whispers of the night, calling out my name,
Each echoing sigh, feels just the same.
I reach for the stars, but they fade away,
Beneath these heavy clouds, they refuse to stay.
I dream of the days when the world felt right,
Now I’m lost in the darkness, searching for the light.
The broken pieces of a heart once whole,
Scattered on the ground, like a faded scroll.
As the rain starts falling, I can feel it stir,
Every raindrop's a memory, every drop a blur.
I watch the reflections in the puddles below,
A map of my journey, where the shadows grow.
Through the pain and the sorrow, a flicker remains,
A glimmer of hope in the pouring rains.
But the thunder keeps rolling, it’s a hard night’s call,
And I’m left here wondering, which way to fall.
So I’ll sing my blues to the moon up high,
Let the wind carry my woes to the open sky.
With a heart made of pieces, I’ll dance with despair,
For broken dreams and thunder shadows are all that I bear.
But tomorrow’s another day, I’ll rise from the mist,
Embracing the dawn, with all that I’ve missed.
With each step I take on this winding way,
I’ll find my way back, come what may.
Blues
Broken, Lament, Thunder, Shadows, Winding, Dream, Pain