Down at the crossroads, the shadows start to fade,
A whisper in the darkness, of promises they made.
The night sings a sorrow, with a low, lonesome moan,
Each step that I take, feels like I'm all alone.
The pain in my heart, it cuts like a knife,
With dreams slowly fading, each day is a strife.
Memories linger, like ghosts in the rain,
I'm caught in this battle, with nothing to gain.
I see the old streetlamp, flickering dim,
Reminds me of love, that's grown cold and grim.
The moments we cherished now lost in the haze,
I'm left at this turning, just counting the days.
The blues in my soul, they echo and reel,
Each chord that I strum feels too heavy to feel.
A longing for comfort in a world gone stark,
I'm fighting the darkness, just trying to spark.
But when the dawn breaks, and I walk through the mist,
I'll carry the whispers of the love that I’ve missed.
With hope in my pocket and a heart that's grown strong,
I'll find my way forward, where I truly belong.
So here's to the crossroads, where all paths collide,
I'll rise from the shadows, and let love be my guide.
Though the pain may linger, I won't let it define,
I'll dance through the heartache, let the blues intertwine.
In the silence that follows, I'll learn to embrace,
Each whisper, each heartbeat, in this sacred space.
And when the night calls, with its soft, velvet glow,
I'll find my redemption, at the crossroads I know.
Blues
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