In the shadows, where the echoes play,
I can hear the night whisper secrets of yesterday,
Rusty chains wrapped 'round my weary soul,
Trying to find a way to feel whole.
These memories linger, like the smoke in the air,
Every dream I had, feels so heavy, feels so bare,
Freedom's calling, but it's just out of reach,
Like a lesson unlearned from the heart of a preacher.
The moonlight dances on these empty streets,
With every heartbeat, I feel the bittersweet,
A haunting melody cuts through the still,
In the depths of sorrow, I’m searching to thrill.
Oh, the blues, they make the night feel alive,
Playing for the lost ones, helping them survive,
Rusty echoes in the alleys of despair,
But somewhere beyond, I can still feel the air.
Whiskey bottles lining the dusty old bar,
Remind me of freedom, just a flicker, just a star,
As the city sleeps, I whisper a prayer,
To trade this sorrow for a life that's fair.
So I’ll keep on walking through these shadows and dreams,
With my heart full of hope, bursting at the seams,
For every rusty chain can break with a light,
And I’ll find my freedom ‘neath the velvet night.
With every step onward, I can taste the dawn,
Through the echoes of sorrow, I’ll rise, I’ll be strong,
For though the night lingers, its grip won’t remain,
In the end, it’s the love that heals all the pain.
Blues
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