In the smoky shadows, I wander so low,
With the velvet hum of silence, it’s all I know.
The weary dusk whispers lies through the trees,
While the hollow moon sings a melody that's free.
Oh, the aching chords of my heart draw near,
In a trembling breeze, I can feel the fear.
Each breath I take feels heavy and worn,
As the night brings promises that are hollow and torn.
Down by the water where the lost dreams flow,
I dance to the rhythm of a shadowed woe.
The night wraps around me like an old, faded quilt,
With each fleeting moment, our past is built.
So I strum my guitar, let the stories unfold,
In the smoky shadows, I’m feeling so cold.
Every note spills my pain, every tear tells a tale,
As the echoes of midnight begin to unveil.
But the dawn will come, chasing darkness away,
And I’ll hold on tightly to what shadows may say.
For in every aching moment, every trembling breeze,
Lies the heart of the blues, and the way to find peace.
So here's to the shadows, we’ll sing them along,
In the velvet hum of night, we’ll find where we belong.
As the hollow moon fades, and the daylight appears,
We’ll embrace the new dawn, release all our fears.
Blues
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