I walk these gravel roads, where sorrow's got its hold,
Heart heavy with the tales of love that grew so cold.
Winding through the shadows, where the lonesome whispers dwell,
Every step reminds me of a sweet and bitter hell.
The blues, they keep on calling, like a train that's lost its track,
Restless nights and weary days, there's no turning back.
I sing my song to the moon, to the stars shining bright,
But the echoes of my longing keep me up all night.
With every twist and turn, I search for a sign,
Lost in the memories of what once felt so divine.
But the gravel keeps on crunching, under my worn-out shoes,
Each stone holds a story, each melody a bruise.
Oh, the rhythm of my heartbeat plays the blues into the dark,
A restless serenade under a flickering spark.
Where the sorrow mingles sweetly with the longing that I crave,
I’m just a wanderer seeking solace on this gravel wave.
So if you see me wandering, with my head hung low,
Know I'm chasing dreams down these roads of woe.
Yet I'll keep on singing, through the sorrow and the strife,
For the winding path of heartache is the soundtrack of my life.
In the whispering wind, I find some peace at last,
The burdens start to lighten as I let go of the past.
And though the blues may linger, like the shadows of the night,
I've learned to walk these gravel roads, and finally take flight.
Blues
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