In the evening glow, where shadows play,
I find myself lost in the melody of yesterday.
The dust settles down like memories in the night,
Each whisper of the wind carries dreams held tight.
At the crossroads of choices, where the roads intertwine,
My heart is a beacon, searching for a sign.
With every note that lingers, hope dances in the air,
A song of sweet sorrow, echoing somewhere.
The streetlamp flickers, casting long, lonely beams,
The echoes of the past weave together my dreams.
I hear the blues calling, a siren's soft plea,
A symphony of longing, pulling deep inside of me.
Through the haze of my yearning, I see a distant light,
It flickers and it wavers, like a star in the night.
With each breath I take, I’m haunted by the tune,
Searching for an answer beneath the weeping moon.
Oh, I’ve walked these roads before, with my soul laid bare,
Carrying the weight of the love I could not spare.
But the melody brings comfort as I wander on my way,
In the crossroads of dust, I’ll find a brighter day.
So here’s to the heartache, here’s to the dreams that sway,
In the rhythm of the night, I’ll find my way to stay.
For in the blues and the longing, there’s a hope that’s true,
In every weary heartbeat, I’ll find my way back to you.
And when the final notes have faded into the dawn,
I’ll remember the journey, the love that lingers on.
Through the dust and the longing, I’ll sing this soulful tune,
Life’s a melody of hope, underneath the silver moon.
Blues
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