In the silence of the night, under a heavy rain,
Broken strings left behind, just like my weary pain.
Wandering soul in shadows, lost along the way,
Chasing dreams through the darkness, hoping they'll stay.
The cold river’s calling, with its quiet, steady flow,
Whispers of forgotten times, where only memories go.
Flickering lanterns flicker, guiding those who roam,
Through the ghost of the past, trying to find a home.
Oh, this heart is heavy, like the clouds above,
Searching for the pieces of a long-lost love.
But every step I take, I’m sinking in my fears,
With the crashing thunder echoing all my years.
In the corner of the tavern, hear the bluesman play,
His voice cuts through the stillness, washing troubles away.
Each note a heartache, each chord a distant sigh,
In the warmth of his strumming, I can’t help but cry.
The cold river's flowing, but it won’t wash me clean,
I'm just a wandering soul, caught between the scenes.
With every flickering lantern, I find a path to tread,
But shadows close around me, just like the words unsaid.
So I’ll dance in the rain, though my heart feels like stone,
Believing in tomorrow, though tonight I roam alone.
I'll embrace this heavy rain, let it drown my pain,
Knowing that after darkness, we'll see the light again.
Heavy rain on my shoulders, but I’m learning to stand tall,
With broken strings behind me, I’ll rise above it all.
And when the dawn breaks gently, with a soft and tender glow,
I'll find peace in the river, where the wandering souls go.
Blues
Heavy rain, broken strings, wandering soul, cold river, flickering lantern
Blues
Heavy rain, broken strings, wandering soul, cold river, flickering lantern