Verse 1 You’re like the month of August, my friend, Full of life, where the harvest won’t end, Silver beard and a heart so wise, Playing the blues ‘neath the twilight skies. Chorus Play your blues, let the sorrow fade, Through the storm, you’ve a light that’s made, Believe in yourself, your family, your friends, This pain will pass—your story won’t end. Verse 2 Loss cuts deep, like a cold autumn rain, But you’ve seen storms, you’ve known the pain, Your fingers dance on the keys so true, Each note you play pulls the darkness through. Chorus Play your blues, let the sorrow fade, Through the storm, you’ve a light that’s made, Believe in yourself, your family, your friends, This pain will pass—your story won’t end. Bridge August holds the warmth of the sun, A season of growth, a race well-run, You’re stronger than grief, wiser than years, Keep playing, my friend, through the silent tears. Chorus Play your blues, let the sorrow fade, Through the storm, you’ve a light that’s made, Believe in yourself, your family, your friends, This pain will pass—your story won’t end. Outro So play, my friend, let the music mend, Your August soul will rise again, The blues you play, they’ll light the way, For a brighter dawn, a new day.
