In the shadowed doorway, where the light won’t stay,
I sit with my troubles, rollin' night and day.
Worn-out hands are achin', whisperin' my tale,
Of a distant longing, where the heart could sail.
Fading spark in my heart, it’s dimmed but not done,
I’m searchin' for a melody, lost beneath the sun.
Hollow footsteps echo, on this lonesome road,
Every step a burden, every note a code.
Oh, the rhythm’s tremblin', like a storm so near,
Each chord a reminder, of the things I fear.
Rolling troubles follow, like the weight of the sky,
But I’ll keep on singin’, let the blues float by.
In this quiet moment, let the music cry,
Pouring out the sorrow, like a soft goodbye.
Fading into shadows, I’ll find my way through,
With every trembling chord, I’ll make it on my own too.
So here’s to the lovers, and the ones who roam,
Finding peace in the chaos, where we call our home.
I’ll rise from the ashes, like the dawn’s sweet light,
In the whispering halls, I’ll shine through the night.
Blues
Shadowed doorway, Worn-out hands, Distant longing, Fading spark, Rolling troubles, Hollow footsteps, Trembling chords