In a town where the shadows softly creep,
I wander through the echoes where the lost souls weep.
The moonlight fades, wrapped in darkened hues,
I'm just a lonesome traveler, caught in the blues.
Thought I heard a whisper, but the silence roars,
Each step I take just leads me to closed doors.
With every heartbeat, I feel the weight of time,
Drifting on this river, searching for a rhyme.
A faded photograph that slips right through my hands,
Memory’s a ghost that haunts these empty lands.
Every note I strum sings a tale once told,
Of dreams like autumn leaves in the cold.
Oh, the nights stretch long, like an endless road,
A melody of heartache where the echoes bode.
They wrap around my heart like a weary tune,
Underneath the silver glow of a distant moon.
And as I walk through sorrow, time won’t let me be,
The silence wraps around me, it’s a heavy decree.
But I still sift through shadows, and I still hear the call,
Drifting through the silence, waiting for it all.
So I’ll carry my guitar and I’ll face the blues,
With the echoes of the lost still singing through the news.
Perhaps one day I’ll find where these heartaches end,
In a world where lost souls finally find a friend.
I’ll keep drifting softly, following the signs,
Through the swells of silence, where the heart aligns.
In the dance of shadows, I’ll find my way through,
Embracing all the echoes, where the soul stays true.
Blues
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