Under the Moonlight Cry

• In the shadows where the tall grass bends,  
  By a broken fence where the quiet never ends,  
  I lace up my dusty boots, take my time,  
  Walking these country miles, while the stars align.  
  
  With a heart so rural, beating strong and true,  
  I'm living for the moments that lead me back to you,  
  Across the fields, where sweet memories roll,  
  I hear a steel guitar whispering to my soul.  
  
  The night's alive with a symphony of dreams,  
  As the fireflies dance in soft silver beams,  
  But there’s a loneliness in the midnight air,  
  When I hear the shadows call, I wish you were there.  
  
  Through the farmland blues, where the wildflowers grow,  
  Your laughter used to echo, now it's just a memory's glow,  
  But I’ll keep walking on this dirt road wide,  
  With the hope that love will find its way back inside.  
  
  So I’ll breath in the night, let the moonlight guide,  
  Every step I take feels like a long, lost ride,  
  And though the world has changed, my heart will still try,  
  To find you again beneath this moonlit sky.  
  
  One more long look at this worn-out scene,  
  With every grain of dust, you still linger in between,  
  When the sun starts to rise, I’ll hold on to goodbye,  
  As I walk these country miles, under the moonlight cry.  
  
  In the whispers of the breeze, I’ll forever sigh,  
  Holding on to hope, beneath that endless sky.

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Broken fence, Rural heart, Dusty boots, Country miles, Moonlight cry, Steel guitar, Farmland blues