In the midnight air, I hear an echo,
A distant cry, like a winding road,
Carrying the burden, of dreams left behind,
While the firelight flickers, searching for a sign.
Shadows dance around me, wearing sorrow's crown,
Each step feels heavy, as the sun goes down,
Rain is falling softly, like tears from the sky,
In the arms of the thunder, I won't ask why.
Oh, that storm's a-comin', it rattles my bones,
I’m lost in the chaos, I’m calling for home,
Every echo whispers, tales of the brave,
But I’m calling out louder, just to be saved.
The winding road beckons, with every twist and turn,
Through the firelight's glow, I feel the passion burn,
But these burdens I'm carrying, they weigh on my heart,
In this storm of my making, I’m longing to restart.
So let the rain keep pouring, let the thunder roll on,
With the firelight beside me, I’ll keep singing my song,
For every storm will pass, every night turns to day,
And in the warmth of the morning, all the shadows will sway.
Whispers in the storm, they’ll echo no more,
With the firelight guiding, I’ve finally found shore,
No more winding paths, just a straight route to peace,
In the arms of the stillness, my restless heart finds release.
Blues
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