Beneath the sky where shadows loom,
A wooden bridge leads to the gloom,
Echoes of a forgotten song,
Carried forth where dreams belong.
The weathered hands of time have spun,
Stories woven, battles won,
But in the depths, the dark clouds churn,
While restless rivers twist and turn.
Ghosts of laughter drift on high,
Whispers lost in a tearful sigh,
Chasing memories, fleeting light,
Underneath the stars, they ignite.
A sanctuary for wayward hearts,
A place where silence often starts,
The current flows, against the tide,
While all the restless souls abide.
Each step I take on timber worn,
Reflects the tales of hearts reborn,
With every drop of rain that falls,
The echoes speak, the silence calls.
The weight of days may press the soul,
Yet on this bridge, I feel it whole,
No longer lost, in shadows cast,
We stand united in the past.
So let the clouds drift far away,
Let storms give way to brighter days,
For in this moment, I am free,
A fleeting song, a memory.
And when the dark has had its say,
We'll find the light to guide our way,
Together strong, we'll face the day,
On this wooden bridge, we'll always stay.
Blues
Wooden bridge, forgotten song, weathered hands, dark clouds, restless river
Blues
Wooden bridge, forgotten song, weathered hands, dark clouds, restless river