In the shadow of a deep river, where the willows softly weep,
Lies a weary soul of sorrow, lost in dreams it cannot keep.
The howling blues around me, whisper tales of nights gone by,
Bittersweet memories linger, like the stars that fill the sky.
I can hear the distant thunder, in the heart of stormy skies,
While the wind carries my secrets, through the echoes of your sighs.
These rusted chains that bind me, hold the heart that you stole,
And each note I play is woven, with the fabric of my soul.
Oh, the nights were warm with laughter, now they chill me to the bone,
As I wander through the shadows, in this world I call my own.
The river flows like time, dear, never stopping just for me,
With the howling blues to guide me, through the shadows I can't see.
In the silence of the moonlight, I can feel your kiss so near,
But the echoes of the past ache, turning joy to bitter tears.
Rusted chains around my heart, they rattle with my every breath,
As I hold onto the memory, of the love that feels like death.
So I sing my song of longing, to the stars that light the night,
For the deep river that surrounds me, takes my troubles out of sight.
Yet I know that it can't save me, from the pain of what we lost,
With the howling blues as my witness, I will carry on despite the cost.
This weary soul will find a way, to break these chains one day,
And release the bittersweet memory, that won't let me stray.
But until that moment calls me, I will sing my song so true,
With each note a gentle promise, that I'll always remember you.
Blues
Rusted chains, weary soul, deep river, howling blues, bittersweet memory
Blues
Rusted chains, weary soul, deep river, howling blues, bittersweet memory