In the midnight hour, when the world feels so weary,
Dusty roads beneath my feet, my heart's sinking dreary.
I've traveled this long road, through the shadows of pain,
Searching for the sunlight, trying to break these chains.
The neon lights flicker, casting doubts on my soul,
Whispering secrets, of a life I can't control.
These blues roll heavy, like a freight train at dawn,
But I’ll keep on singing, till these weary days are gone.
The moon weaves shadows, as I shuffle along,
Every step’s a struggle, but somehow I stay strong.
These echoes of my heartache, they dance in the night,
Hoping for redemption, praying for the light.
The whiskey’s bitter warmth, numbs the ache for a while,
But the ghosts of my choices still haunt me with their smiles.
I tread on this pavement, where my fears like to roam,
In the silence of midnight, I’m longing for home.
But through the dusty memories, I find a flicker of grace,
A spark that ignites, in this desolate space.
I’ll rise from this pain, like the sun breaks the dawn,
With the blues in my heart, a new journey’s begun.
The midnight may linger, but hope isn’t far,
Like a fire that flickers, I’ll follow that star.
With every weary step, I’ll chase down my dreams,
In the dark of the night, I’ll unravel the seams.
So here’s to the moments, that bring us to sway,
To the redemptive rhythms, that carry us away.
I’ll keep on moving, till my soul finds its tune,
In the midnight redemption, under the watchful moon.
Blues
Midnight, weary, dusty, pain, redemption