In the midnight hour, my thoughts start to drift,
Whispers of your love, it's a heavy gift.
There's an ache in my chest, a wound that won't close,
Seeking sweet redemption in the pain that I chose.
Moonlight's weeping softly, shadows dance on the wall,
Each echo of your laughter's like a haunting call.
Memories come creeping, like ghosts in my mind,
Searching for a solace that I can never find.
I hear the blues moan, through the windows wide,
Each note tells a story of a love that died.
With every strum and shuffle, I'm shaking the dust,
Yearning for a moment, for a love to trust.
The whiskey's got a grip, it's a bitter friend,
Helping me forget, but it won't mend.
I close my eyes, hope the dawn brings relief,
Yet here comes the darkness, heavy like my grief.
So I’ll sing my song, let the world feel my pain,
In this empty bar, where it always rains.
With every sorrowed note, I find some clarity,
In the ache of the night, lies a part of me.
As the dawn paints the sky, with colors of regret,
I’m still chasing shadows, with no end in sight yet.
But as long as I’m breathing, I’ll find my way home,
In the midnight weeping, I’ll never be alone.
Here’s to the heartache, the blues that remain,
For within every moan, there’s a lesson in pain.
Redemption may come, in the morning’s sweet light,
But tonight I’ll embrace my midnight fight.
Blues
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