The moon hangs low, casting shadows wide,
I’m wandering alone, nowhere left to hide.
With a harmonica blowin’ lonely tunes,
I chase my memories 'neath the silvered moons.
The roads are rough, they twist and turn,
Each stone I step, ignites a yearning burn.
For a love that was lost in the wind and rain,
A thunderous heart, now echoes the pain.
I recall the whispers, soft as a sigh,
When your laughter danced like leaves in July.
Now the storm winds howl, tearing through the gray,
And I’m lost in this gravel, where dreams fade away.
The night grips tight, with a chill in the air,
I’m searching for solace, but I find only despair.
Every note I play brings your spirit to me,
In the shadows of dusk, where we used to be free.
The harmonica wails, as I’m feeling the sting,
Of a love once cherished, now left with no ring.
But I’ll face the tempest, with courage intact,
For every storm ends, and there’s no looking back.
So I’ll walk this rough road with my head held high,
Through the gravel and heartache, I’ll learn how to fly.
Though the storm might rage, and the memories haunt,
I’ll find my way home, to the love that I want.
With each step I take, I can finally see,
The light at the end; it’s calling for me.
And when the rain clears, I’ll carry my song,
For lost loves may fade, but my heart still beats strong.
Blues
Harmonica, gravel, lost, love, storm