Down by the water, where the willows weep,
I find my sorrow in the memories I keep.
Broken dreams float on a southern haze,
They whisper my name in the twilight's gaze.
The night rolls in like a heavy shroud,
Rusty blades of thought cut through the crowd.
Hollow cries echo in the still of the night,
A heart full of yearning, searching for light.
I've walked these banks with a burdened soul,
Chasing those visions that once made me whole.
But the deep river's current pulls me along,
With each twist and turn, I am losing my song.
Oh, its waters carry the weight of my pain,
In the depths of my heart, only heartache remains.
The ghosts of my past they haunt every bend,
In the silence I find no solace, no friend.
I stand on the shore, where the shadows align,
The stars up above seem to lose their shine.
Yet I’ll keep on walking, as the night drags on,
In the deep river's flow, I can’t help but belong.
With the moon as my witness, I'll wade through the tears,
Learn to find strength in the face of my fears.
For even in darkness, there's a hint of a dream,
In every deep river, life’s not what it seems.
So I’ll carry my burdens, let the waters enfold,
In the hush of the night, I’ll find stories untold.
And though it gets heavy, I’ll keep moving, you see,
For in every deep river, there’s still hope left for me.
Blues
Deep river, broken dreams, rusty blade, hollow cries, southern haze
Blues
Deep river, broken dreams, rusty blade, hollow cries, southern haze