In the shadow of nightfall, where the lost souls roam,
I’m walking on this gravel, so far away from home.
With a tear in my pocket and a song in my mind,
I’m searching for a sweet note that I hope to find.
The moon's hanging low, it’s a dim, lonesome glow,
Whispered dreams in the darkness, they’re all I really know.
Each step takes me deeper, where the heartaches collide,
But I hear a soft playing, it cuts through the tide.
That gentle vibration, like a heartbeat gone cold,
Speaking of a promise that has yet to be told.
Through the fog and the shadows, there’s a flicker of light,
A comforting melody that chases the night.
So I strum on these strings, let my sorrow unwind,
With each chord I’m releasing the burdens intertwined.
The loneliness it lingers, but hope starts to rise,
In the depths of this darkness, I can still touch the skies.
Though the gravel keeps shifting, underfoot is the pain,
I’ll dance with my shadows, and I’ll sing through the rain.
For every note that echoes, brings me closer to grace,
In the heart of this evening, I can find my own space.
So here's to the moments, when the night whispers low,
I’ll embrace all my troubles, let the feelings flow.
With the strings as my comfort, and the night as my guide,
In the warmth of the music, I’ll no longer hide.
As the dawn starts to shimmer, a new day will appear,
And I'll take all these lessons, keep them close and near.
With hope in my pocket, and a song in my heart,
I’ll carry this knowledge, it’s time for a fresh start.
Blues
strings, nightfall, gravel, hope, loneliness