In the still of the night, I hear that echo call,
Whiskey on the wind, it cuts right through it all.
Fading shadows dance, in the corners of my mind,
Each sip is a memory, left behind.
I’ve wandered through the darkness, searching for its light,
But the ghost of your laughter, it haunts me every night.
The whiskey keeps on flowing, as the world fades away,
In this bottle of my sorrow, I find you every day.
With every glass I raise, I toast to what we lost,
But every drink reminds me, oh, the heavy cost.
Your soul’s a fleeting whisper, lost in the blues I sing,
Each note is a reminder of the joy you used to bring.
Those faded photographs, they linger in the air,
Like shadows softly drifting, through the silence of despair.
But the whiskey keeps me company, in this empty, lonely room,
I drown in the echoes, of a love that met its doom.
Now the stars are shining bright, but I just can’t see them shine,
The weight of your memory, it’s buried deep in wine.
Yet there’s comfort in the sorrow, in this battle I can’t win,
For the whiskey holds my secrets, and the blues are my old friend.
So I’ll raise one final glass, let the shadows take their toll,
In the twilight of the evening, I’ll find some peace for my soul.
The night whispers your name, as I take this bitter blend,
In a world of fading echoes, I’ll remember you till the end.
Blues
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