(Verse 1)
The oil lamp flickers, casting shadows long and deep,
Across the rough-hewn walls where silent secrets sleep.
My breath comes ragged, a whisper on the breeze,
As the world outside grows dim, rustling through the dying trees.
This worn-out body, a vessel I’ve outgrown,
Fights a losing battle, a harvest to be sown.
But in this fading light, a truth begins to gleam,
A harsh reality, shattering a childhood dream.
(Chorus)
‘Cause in these dying eyes, a fading black takes hold,
A story in the depths, a truth yet to be told.
Life ain’t a promise whispered, no guarantee in hand,
And love, it ain’t a free ride across this barren land.
We wrestle with the shadows, with all the strength we’ve got,
Clinging to the ember, that burning, final spot.
Standing in the darkness, where all the colors cease,
A longing for a moment, a stolen, sweet release.
(Verse 2)
Remember summer evenings, the porch swing’s gentle sway,
The laughter of my children, chasing cares away.
The scent of honeysuckle, on a humid, southern night,
A time when futures stretched, bathed in golden light.
Now the present closes in, a vise of bone and ache,
And every precious memory, a bittersweet mistake.
Was it worth the struggle, the tears that freely flowed?
The heavy yoke of living, the burdens we bestowed?
(Chorus)
‘Cause in these dying eyes, a fading black takes hold,
A story in the depths, a truth yet to be told.
Life ain’t a promise whispered, no guarantee in hand,
And love, it ain’t a free ride across this barren land.
We wrestle with the shadows, with all the strength we’ve got,
Clinging to the ember, that burning, final spot.
Standing in the darkness, where all the colors cease,
A longing for a moment, a stolen, sweet release.
(Bridge)
This fight for every breath, a desperate, final stand,
Holding onto embers, in this forgotten, weary land.
The fire in my spirit, a flicker, then a flare,
A defiance to the ending, a burden I must bear.
But oh, to turn the clock back, to walk those paths again,
Before the shadows gathered, before the final pain.
To feel the sun upon my face, to hear a youthful call,
Before this darkness settled, encompassing it all.
(Outro)
Yeah, standing in the black, with nothing left to give,
Wishing for a yesterday, a life I used to live.
These dying eyes are closing, the fading black descends,
And life, it owes us nothing, until the very end.
Nothing's owed, nothing’s gained, just echoes in the night,
A fading, bluesy country song, lost to fading light.
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