A Word
A word grows inside of me,
It will only grow at night.
It's letters they all are twisted,
And the word is afraid of light.

The blues are just a bad dream,
When will they every go away.
I know there only in my head,
But the heart and soul know better.

When is it I’m gonna’ learn,
The blues just ain’t the way.
A little time and some solace,
Will chase these blues away.