In the shadows where the lost abide,
There's a lonely tune that pulls me near,
Underneath the smoky glow, I feel the ache of fear.
The hollow strings of a guitar weep,
As the memories flood my soul too deep.
With every note, I hear that somber hum,
A whisper of the past, where the heartbeats come undone.
Oh, I've walked this road too many times,
Every corner turned, another ghost that climbs.
Wistful dreams dance like shadows on the wall,
In the silence of the night, I can hear the midnight call.
Drifting like the tides on an ocean's sigh,
Searching for a reason, asking the why.
The aching murmur of a lover's voice,
In the swirling haze, it leaves no choice.
Each breath a reminder of the love we lost,
Finding freedom in the pain, what a heavy cost.
But through the blues, I can still find light,
In the echoes of the past, I rediscover my fight.
So I strum my guitar in this empty room,
Let the melodies rise up from the shadows of gloom.
With every stroke, I mend these broken strings,
And with every note, I set my heart to wings.
Though the midnight howl may haunt my days,
In this drifting tide, I will find my way.
Through the smoky glow and the aching night,
I’ll carry on with all my might.
For every solemn strum, there’s a chance to grow,
In the arms of the blues, I’ve found my flow.
So here’s to the journey and the songs we sing,
As the midnight howl fades, let the freedom ring.
Blues
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