I’ve been walking down this lonesome road,
With a heart that’s heavy, and a weary load.
In the shadows, I can hear the blues,
A sweet, sad song, that I can't refuse.
Those strings of freedom pull me near,
But the burden's strong, it’s crystal clear.
Oh, the aching night, it steals my breath,
In the dance of shadows, I find my depth.
Each note I play, it cuts like glass,
A melody trapped in a stormy past.
The ghost of hope whispers through the air,
But the weight I carry, it ain’t so rare.
With every strum, I feel the pain,
A river of sorrow, in my veins it rains.
Yet in that darkness lies a truth so bold,
In the quiet moments, freedom unfolds.
So I'll sing my song till the break of day,
Let the shadows fade, let the burdens sway.
For the aching heart can find its way,
Through the strings of freedom, come what may.
So if you’re listening, and you feel the strain,
Know you’re not alone in this aching rain.
We’ll dance together, through the night so long,
In the strings of freedom, we’ll find where we belong.
And when the morning light starts to creep,
We’ll lay down our burdens, find peace in sleep.
For in each heartbeat, our spirits soar,
In the strings of freedom, we’re forever more.
Blues
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