Crossroads of the World

[Verse Sample] Under the moonlight, at the crossroads, sounds collide, Sitar strings weep, as the harmonica sighs. Tales of distant lands, under the same starry skies, Our stories interweave, as the night gently flies. [Chorus Sample] Voices from the heart, in every tone and hue, Sing the blues, touched by every tune, At the world’s crossroads, in the quiet gloom, Our souls speak softly, in the twilight's bloom. [Verse 2] Echoes of voices, both near and far, Blend with strings of a distant guitar. Each note a story, a shared plight, Bound by the music, carried through the night. [Chorus] Voices from the heart, in every tone and hue, Sing the blues, touched by every tune, At the world’s crossroads, in the quiet gloom, Our souls speak softly, in the twilight's bloom. [Verse 3] Around the fire, where tales are spun, Through the strings, our fates are one. Harmonica cries the blues so deep, In the fabric of night, our sorrows weep. [Chorus] Voices from the heart, in every tone and hue, Sing the blues, touched by every tune, At the world’s crossroads, in the quiet gloom, Our souls speak softly, in the twilight's bloom. [Outro] As dawn approaches, the music fades, But the memory of the melody stays. In the crossroads' embrace, we