In the shadow of the storm, where the raindrops cry,
I walk these lonesome streets, beneath a heavy sky.
Each step's a fading dream, where the lost souls roam,
At the crossroads of my heart, I’m just trying to find my way home.
The thunder rolls around, and the winds start to wail,
Carrying whispers of the past, like an old, forgotten tale.
Echoes of redemption call me through the night,
With the blues wrapped 'round my soul, I keep searching for the light.
The blues are heavy now, like chains upon my heart,
Every note strikes a memory, tearing me apart.
But I won’t let the darkness drown the sound of my despair,
I’ll lift my voice to the heavens; I’ll sing for those who care.
The forge of my mistakes, it shapes me with its fire,
Each heartbreak is a lesson, fueled by pure desire.
In the eye of the tempest, I’ll find a way to cope,
With every storm that passes, I’ll hold on tight to hope.
So I walk this path alone, with the shadows by my side,
And I swear I hear the music, like a river's gentle tide.
In the echoes of redemption, I find strength to carry on,
Through the stormy night, singing my blues until the dawn.
When the sun breaks through the clouds, and the new day starts to rise,
I’ll bask in golden sunshine, wipe the tears from my eyes.
At the crossroads of my journey, I’ll stand tall and I'll be free,
For through the stormy echoes, I finally found me.
Blues
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