In the shadows where the river bends,
I hear a dusty river moan,
Through the aching nights, where silence ends,
My weary heart’s no longer home.
Oh, the water flows as bittersweet,
Like memories that I can’t shake,
Each ripple sings where lovers meet,
But all it brings me is heartache.
I’ve wandered wide, through fields of gray,
Searching for a piece of my soul,
Every step I take leads me astray,
In this heavy world, I’m losing control.
The moonlight dances on the stream,
Whispers secrets I can't ignore,
Haunting echoes of a broken dream,
Carried down to the river's shore.
With every sigh, my spirit bleeds,
The weight of longing pulls me deep,
Among the reeds, I plant my seeds,
But all they grow is roots of weep.
Time drifts on, like smoke through the air,
But this dusty road just feels so long,
With every turn, I find despair,
A lullaby that’s turned to a song.
So I’ll listen close to the river's cry,
Let it wash away my pain,
In its murmur, there’s a lullaby,
With every stroke, I’m whole again.
When the dawn breaks through this weary night,
And the aching fades like a soft refrain,
I’ll find a way to make things right,
In the river's flow, I’ll break these chains.
So let that dusty river moan,
A melody of loss and gain,
For in the heart, we find our home,
And in the end, we’ll rise again.
Blues
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