In the shadows of my weary heart,
Those tears fall like a restless storm,
Every whisper of the night replaying,
In the silence where the pain can warm.
I’ve danced with my demons, oh how they twist,
Like the wind that howls without a sign,
Underneath this heavy, broken weight,
Searching for a love that once was mine.
The clock ticks slow, but the world moves fast,
Every memory fades into the gray,
Chasing ghosts of joy that couldn't last,
As the dawn pushes the night away.
Those thunder clouds, they gather near,
Hope's a lonely ship lost at sea,
But I’ll keep on sailing through my fear,
With a restless heart that won’t be free.
And when the storm finally draws its breath,
I’ll find the strength to face the day,
Though the horizon seems a dance with death,
I’ll rise again, let the past decay.
So here I stand, singing my blues,
In this lonesome world, I wear my scars,
With every tear, I reclaim the truth,
As I chase the light beyond the stars.
And now as the skies begin to clear,
I hear a whisper in the quiet light,
Though broken dreams fade into the stratosphere,
There’s a promise of peace waiting in the night.
Blues
Tears, broken, horizon, restless, storm