Down by the waters where the shadows creep,
I found my heart sinking, lost in the deep.
With the faded sun hanging low in the sky,
I strummed my old guitar, letting memories fly.
Torn boots by the bank, they’ve walked through the pain,
Each layer of mud holds a story, a name.
Whispers of laughter, now echoes of loss,
Midnight sorrow rising, I carry the cross.
Chasing reflections in the currents that flow,
Each note I play tells what I wish you to know.
Through the silence of twilight, the world feels so cold,
But I’ll sing to the river, like it’s listening bold.
The echoes of future crash hard with the past,
Yet I find my rhythm where the shadows are cast.
The water won’t judge, it just swirls and it bends,
Carrying dreams like the goodbyes of friends.
So let the moon witness this dance on the shore,
The heartache can linger, but I’ll love it once more.
As I strum through my sorrows and let the night hum,
I will rise with the dawn, for new days will come.
Muddy river, your song runs so deep,
You cradle my secrets while I lay down to sleep.
With the faded sun shining on dreams yet to bloom,
I’ll wander this valley, embracing the gloom.
And though midnight sorrow may darken my way,
The river knows me, it won’t drift away.
Each moment I cherish, each breath that I take,
In the arms of this water, my spirit won’t break.
Blues
Muddy river, faded sun, torn boots, old guitar, midnight sorrow
Blues
Muddy river, faded sun, torn boots, old guitar, midnight sorrow