The Blues

If there is a cure for heartbreak

Even a temporary respite

From the clench and the drop

That captures you late at night

Holding you tight in its grip

Then it must be the blues

Let these mellow guitar rifs

Carry me to the place where

Grace bathes me clean

In my suffering

While there I catch a glimpse

Of a better life that this one

Of hell you dragged me through

Where I swallow down the bad

Thinking it was going to do me good

For no human life should be full of this much


So just before I lay me down to rest

I will let these soulful soothing melodies

Carry me away to the place

Were my suffering is soothed by something other

Than simply drowning in this pool of tears

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