In the heart of the night, when the shadows creep,
The wind whispers tales that it’s too dark to keep.
Raindrops are falling, like tears on the ground,
And I’m searching for solace that can't be found.
Winding down this lonesome road,
Every turn feels heavy with a heavy load.
The sky's so grey, wrapping me tight,
Yet somewhere in the distance, I can see a light.
Melancholy storm, you’ve raged in my soul,
But I’m holding on tight to a flicker of hope.
It’s hard to remember where the sweet songs played,
When the freedom we seek seems so far away.
But every thunder echoes, a promise to me,
That the clouds will part soon, and my heart will be free.
The rhythm of the rain, a bittersweet tune,
Sings gently of love beneath the pale moon.
So I’ll dance in the downpour, till the sorrow fades,
With each step I take, I’m breaking those chains.
There’s joy in each droplet, a spark in the gloom,
And the strength in my spirit will carry me through.
Melancholy storm, you’ve raged in my soul,
But I’m holding on tight to a flicker of hope.
Though the winds blow fierce and the night’s like a veil,
I’ll keep moving forward, I’ll find a new trail.
As the dawn whispers low, painting skies gold and blue,
I can feel my spirit rising, breaking loose anew.
So with every heartbeat, I’ll cherish the day,
Melancholy may linger, but love finds its way.
Blues
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