The Blues...

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Suicidal

They always follow me,

Everywhere I go,

They cast a long dark shadow on the depths of my soul.

I need light,

I need life,

I need love,

I need a real hope to lift me high above.



And so I fly,

And I ride,

And I look the world square in its stormiest eye.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

circa mid-2003

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