One road leads to sorrow, another to pain,
Caught in this shadow, I’m losing my way again.
Every heartbeat’s a whisper, every moment’s a song,
But the rhythm of my aching feels so damn wrong.
I’m walking in circles, where do I go?
With every step I falter, don’t know if I’ll grow.
The blues in my soul, like a storm on the rise,
Searching for comfort under these heavy skies.
I see the ghosts of my dreams, dancing in the night,
They tease me with laughter, but won’t hold me tight.
Fingers on the bottle, wishing for a chance,
To break this cycle of anguish, to change the dance.
The crossroads keep calling, with signs worn and old,
I’m yearning for freedom, but these chains are so cold.
Each shadow I chase, seems to linger and stare,
A witness to my struggles, a reminder of despair.
Oh, I’m stuck in this rhythm, where the heartbeats collide,
Trading moments of joy for a silence that’s wide.
But the dawn’s creeping closer, and I hear the train,
Maybe the morning will wash away this pain.
So I’ll stand at the crossroads with hope in my soul,
Let the ache in my heart be the price for the whole.
For in the shadows, I’ve learned how to fight,
And by facing my demons, I’ll reclaim the light.
As the sun breaks the horizon, I’ll finally see,
These streets of my longing can set me free.
Blues
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