In the shadows where the Southern wind blows,
I hear a voice that nobody knows.
It’s a midnight song, in the dark it sways,
Calling out to the lost in a thousand ways.
A rusty chain clinks in the soft moonlight,
Echoes of dreams that have faded from sight.
As I walk this lonely mile, feeling so low,
Shadows around me, but the heart still glows.
There’s a wooden bridge where the river flows wide,
With whispers of the blues that I cannot hide.
Each note paints a picture, each chord brings a tear,
A bleeding chord of sorrow, but it’s all I hold dear.
This heartache’s a melody playing through the night,
The whispers of the blues, they say I’ll be alright.
Though the journey is heavy, the path isn’t clear,
Every step that I take, I can feel you near.
So I’ll keep strumming on this old, worn guitar,
Finding strength in the silence wherever you are.
The wind carries whispers of love on the breeze,
With each breath I take, I’m setting my soul free.
In the echoes of twilight, I’m never alone,
For the midnight song plays like a soft, gentle moan.
As the Southern wind blows and the stars softly shine,
I’ll carry your memory, forever entwined.
And when the last note finally fades from my soul,
I’ll know I’ve found peace in this journey, made whole.
Blues
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