By The Blues

By The Blues

Talking with my fret board, so many ways to say
All the hurt and pain of life, with us every day
Bringing home the money, tryin to get by
Smile hiding pain but, all the breaking hearts still cry

All it takes is seeing all, the suffering that’s around
Is most caused by you and me, to that fate are we bound
If you were the president, or king or priest or clown
could you ask forgiveness, speak truth or be profound

Don’t need to be no blind man, Don’t need to be abused
Don’t need to be a prisoner , To be stricken by the blues

Anger is a warning that, not all of life is fair
Some steal and hate and complicate, pretending that they care
Just remember inside all of us, is one remaining dream
All hope for love for better life, is working as a team

So listen is your self-talk, warm n soft or hard n cold
We are the change we all need, so I have been told
What else do you want, me to say what can I do
The music deep inside of me is just as much in you

Don’t need to be no blind man, Don’t need to be abused
Don’t need to be a prisoner , To be stricken by the blues

JMD 5-12-17

 
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