Lost faith in the shadows where the Gypsy soul roams,
Steel strings play the sorrow from a heart that won't find home.
Roaming through the mist where the river weeps and sighs,
Dancing shadows whisper secrets under lonely skies.
I met a broken man down beside that lonesome stream,
His eyes were filled with stories, twisted like a dream.
He spoke of love and loss, and the heavy price to pay,
With every note he trembled, as the night began to sway.
Chorus of the heartache, echoes in the night,
Every strum a memory, every chord a fading light.
He sang his sorrow song like a lark caught in the rain,
Searching through the darkness for a hint of joy again.
With a bottle half empty, filled with ghosts from long ago,
He danced with faded figures, in the river’s silver glow.
Promises once spoken, now just shadows on the wall,
In a world that keeps on turning, he was lost among it all.
The steel strings keep on crying, as the night begins to fall,
Every tear a testament, every laugh a distant call.
But in the broken fragments, there’s a glimmer still alive,
Hope can find a way, if the heart learns to survive.
So whisper to the river, let your troubles slip away,
In the mist you’ll find a calling, where the ghosts no longer sway.
For a Gypsy soul may wander, on a path both rough and grand,
Yet in the depth of sorrow, blooms the spirit of a man.
And beneath this gentle moonlight, I can finally understand,
From the ashes of our struggles, we can rise and still withstand.
The journey may be restless, but together we stand tall,
In the song of every heartbeat, there's a truth that conquers all.
Blues
Lost faith, Gypsy soul, Broken man, Steel strings, Dancing shadows, Sorrow song, River mist
Blues
Lost faith, Gypsy soul, Broken man, Steel strings, Dancing shadows, Sorrow song, River mist