In the shadows where the lonely dwell,
I'm just a wandering soul, can you hear my bell?
With a bitter wind sweeping through the pines,
I’m journeying down these old, lonesome lines.
An empty flask cradled tight in my hands,
I sip on memories of forgotten lands.
The moon’s a ghost that haunts my way,
Guiding me through this night’s dismay.
Stars are hidden behind thick, dark clouds,
Silence is heavy, it speaks out loud.
Every turn I take feels like a dead-end street,
On this broken wheel, my heart skips a beat.
I’d trade these cold nights for a touch of light,
Some warmth in the shadows holding me tight.
But each gust of wind cuts deeper, you see,
It's a cruel reminder of what's lost in me.
So I roam on this path where the lost souls roam,
Searching for a little piece of home.
With the echoes of laughter long since gone,
I search for the light before the dawn.
In the stillness, I hear a lonesome song,
It's the tale of the weary who’ve been gone too long.
I’ll carry my dreams on this haunted road,
With hope in my heart, I’ll lighten my load.
Though the nights grow colder, I won’t lose my way,
For tomorrow’s sun brings a brand new day.
And with each step I take through the pain and the chill,
I'll mend the broken pieces, find strength in my will.
So here's to the nights and the roads that we tread,
For the dreams that we chase, and the tears that we shed.
I might be a wanderer, but I won't stand still,
I’ll find my way home, come what may, with resolve and will.
Blues
Cold nights, broken wheel, wandering soul, bitter wind, empty flask