Old guitar weeps in the corner tonight,
The moon's a silver ghost, lost in fading light,
A serenade for the weary souls,
In a world where nothing ever feels whole.
The steel strings moan like a midnight howl,
While shadows dance softly on that lonely prowl,
Barren fields whisper of the dreams gone by,
A mournful tune beneath this troubled sky.
Time drifts like smoke, through the cracks in the night,
Echoes of laughter fade into the twilight,
Each note is a tear that falls from the dusk,
A prayer for the heart, when love’s turned to rust.
Hearts like stories, written in the dirt,
Tracing the paths where the sun used to flirt,
With every sound, the memories collide,
In the silence where the past and pain reside.
I’ll howl with the wind, till the stars all align,
Each fading echo tells me I’m still alive,
Through the barren fields and the weeping sky,
I’ll find my way home, no matter how hard I try.
As the steel guitar plays its last refrain,
I’ll carry the weight of this sweet, sorrowed pain,
In the heart of the night, beneath a lonesome sigh,
I’ll find peace at last, with the stars in the sky.
Blues
Steel guitar, weeping sky, fading echoes, barren fields, midnight howl