Whispers on a dusty road,
Where the smoky rhythm plays,
Cotton fields in the sunset glow,
Dancing shadows in a haze.
With a rainy heart I wander,
Through memories soaked in pain,
Every step feels just a little,
Like a moonlight cry in the rain.
Broken glass beneath my feet,
Reflects the dreams I've lost,
Silent prayers to the midnight sky,
Help me count the cost.
These hard times keep on rolling,
Like the freight trains in the night,
Yet I hold on to the echoes,
In the silence, there's a light.
Down this winding journey,
I still find a way to cope,
For every tear brings a lesson,
And in sorrow, there's still hope.
So I’ll keep my head up high,
Let the blues flow through my soul,
With every smoky rhythm,
I’ll find a way to feel whole.
The stars might hide behind the clouds,
But I will carry on alone,
In this life of silent prayers,
I’ll make this weary road my own.
Blues
Smoky rhythm, Cotton fields, Rainy heart, Moonlight cry, Dusty road, Broken glass, Silent prayer