In the midnight air, with shadowed sorrow,
I wander lonely paths, searching for tomorrow.
The echoes of my heart, like distant fire’s glow,
But the night keeps rolling blues, and I’m feeling low.
These worn-out boots have traveled far and wide,
Through the hollow nights, where the secrets hide.
Each step is heavy, a weight I can't outrun,
With trembling hands, I reach for what’s undone.
There’s a fading warmth in every whispered dream,
Lost amidst the shadows, nothing’s as it seems.
But I cling to memories, of laughter shared,
Though the thunder rolls, I’m still unprepared.
The blues just wrap around me, like a tattered shawl,
In this aching solitude, I must rise or fall.
I can feel the time slipping, like grains of sand,
Yet I’ll keep on walking, though I don’t understand.
So I’ll chase that distant fire, the flicker in the dark,
Though the road may seem weary, and my soul bears a mark.
With each note of sorrow, I’ll sing what’s true,
For even in my heartache, I’ll find strength renewed.
As dawn breaks softly, across this weary land,
I’ll lay down my burdens with these trembling hands.
With a final breath of blues, I’ll find my way,
For even in the shadows, there’s a light to guide my stay.
So here’s to the journey, with all its ups and downs,
In the rhythm of my heart, the lost and found.
I’ll carry on with courage, let the music flow,
In the depth of my soul, it’s the blues that I know.
Blues
Shadowed sorrow, Worn-out boots, Distant fire, Fading warmth, Rolling blues, Hollow nights, Trembling hands