In the midnight air, where the shadows creep,
I wander restless, lost in thoughts too deep.
These chains of sorrow weigh heavy on my soul,
But I seek the light to find a way to feel whole.
The haze rolls in, like a ghost from the past,
Each puff a memory, no matter how fast.
There's a fire burning, kindled in my heart,
Every ember whispers, "You’ve got to restart."
With every step I take down this lonesome road,
The weight of the world, it’s a heavy load.
But I’m still searching for a way to break free,
Those chains of smoke won't be the end of me.
I hear the old blues playing, a cry in the night,
Singing tales of heartache, a flicker of light.
In every note, I’m reminded of grace,
As I chase redemption in this desolate place.
So I’ll rise from the ashes, let the thick mist clear,
Shake these restless demons, cast away my fear.
I’ll dance with the shadows, let my spirit ignite,
In the chains of smoke, I will find my light.
Now I've learned to wander, with purpose and ease,
Finding strength in the struggle, like the roots of a tree.
With each passing moment, I refuse to lose hope,
In the chains of smoke, I’ll find my way to cope.
And when dawn arrives, painting skies anew,
I’ll stand tall and proud, for I know what’s true.
These chains were my lessons, the smoke just a phase,
I've found my redemption in this bluesy haze.
Blues
Smoke, deep, restless, chains, redemption