In the twilight’s grasp, I hear that mournful plea.
Rusted chains hold me back, like ghosts of the past,
In the shadows of memory, the die has been cast.
The lonesome night washes over me like the tide,
With every whispered word, a piece of me died.
The shadowed moon weeps, reflecting my pain,
Singing songs of regret through the chill of the rain.
I walked that river bend, holding dreams in my hands,
But the current pulled harder than my heart could withstand.
Those echoes of laughter are distant and few,
Now I’m lost in the silence, just me and my blues.
The stars that once sparkled now flicker and fade,
Like hopes of tomorrow, in the dark they cascade.
Oh, I reach for the light, but it slips through my grasp,
Living with a heartache that time cannot mask.
In this lonesome night, I’ll play my old guitar,
Strumming strings of sorrow beneath a fading star.
With every single note, I mend what’s been torn,
A weary soul searching for the peace of the morn.
So I’ll linger by that river, let the waters flow past,
Carrying my burdens, tying memories fast.
With the rusted chains broken, I’ll finally be free,
In the shadowed moon's glow, I’ll reclaim my decree.
Yeah, the river bend calls, like a song in the night,
I’ll follow those currents, let the future feel bright.
And though the mournful cry will echo within,
I’ll find my way back to the life I belong in.
Blues
River bend, rusted chains, mournful cry, lonesome night, shadowed moon
Blues
River bend, rusted chains, mournful cry, lonesome night, shadowed moon