In the velvet dusk where shadows play,
My heart's a drum that beats away,
Each note a whisper, a lover's sigh,
Lost in the echoes of the night, oh my.
Bitter tears fall like rain on weathered wood,
Filling the cracks where memories once stood,
Every drop a story that time won’t erase,
Fading like dreams in this desolate space.
The stars above seem to mock my pain,
A symphony of silence in this endless rain,
The moon’s a ghost with a sorrowful glow,
Reflecting the heartache I’ve come to know.
I strum my guitar, let the blues unfold,
Each chord a confession, a truth to be told,
In this forgotten song, I’m a wanderer lost,
Chasing the shadows that I can’t count the cost.
So I’ll sing my troubles into the night air,
Bound to these blues like an old worn chair,
But through all the darkness, I’ll find my way,
For every night ends with the promise of day.
So if you hear this tune, let it linger long,
Remember my sorrow in this sweet forgotten song,
And hold close the moments that time can't reclaim,
As I find my voice in the stillness of pain.
Blues
Forgotten song, velvet dusk, bitter tears, weathered wood, endless night
Blues
Forgotten song, velvet dusk, bitter tears, weathered wood, endless night