In the stillness where the shadows tread,
I hear that lonesome whistle call,
Underneath the moonlit fields so spread,
Echoes rise and then they fall.
Footsteps lead me down a shadowed path,
Where the restless blues begin to play,
With every note, I feel the aftermath,
Of silent cries that won't drift away.
The stars are hanging like forgotten dreams,
While the night whispers secrets long and deep,
Lost in the haze of troubled schemes,
In the silence, all the heartaches creep.
Chasing memories through the midnight mist,
The weight of sorrow rests upon my soul,
I let the melody twist and twist,
Hoping time could somehow make me whole.
But the winds they carry just a ghostly tune,
As I wander on this endless road,
Searching for solace beneath the moon,
With every sigh, this heavy load.
So between the shadows and the fading light,
I’ll keep on singing through the restless night,
For every tear that falls beneath the skies,
Will find its peace with those silent cries.
And as the dawn breaks, I'll still hear that sound,
The lone whistle's promise, lost but found.
Blues
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