In the corner of this smoky tide,
I hear a rusted tune,
Fleeting echoes of a love gone by,
Dancing like the ghost of the moon.
With a hollow rhythm that plays so slow,
And velvet blues that chill the night,
With every heartbeat, I feel the ache,
Of an aching light that fades from sight.
Whispers in the shadows, a shadowed hum,
As the city sleeps, it calls my name,
Memories linger like smoke in the air,
And I play the blues, a quiet flame.
A song for the lost, a song for the brave,
For the dreams that drift like dust,
These restless nights bring me to my knees,
In a world turned to ashes and rust.
So I’ll walk this road, though the night is long,
With each step, I’ll carry the pain,
For the fleeting echoes of your sweet voice,
Like a sad refrain in a hurricane.
And if love is a river that flows away,
I’m a leaf on the water, set free,
With the hollow rhythm, I’ll keep moving on,
Though the past will always haunt me.
As the shadows creep in with a smoky sigh,
I’ll find comfort in the velvet blues,
Every rusted tune will lead me home,
To the heart where I last felt the muse.
In the aching light of the break of dawn,
I’ll sing my truth until it’s done,
For every shadow fades with the morning sun,
And the journey begins with the rising one.
Blues
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