For all the silent voices
screaming as loud as you may
lying in broken sobs
shattered dreams
it is not right, it is not right
black is white, grass is blue, sky is green
all is so confusing
let me sing the blues for you
do not look for joyous sounds
look to me to strum broken guitar strings
stroke out of tune piano keys
regardless, for you I would sing
sliding my fingers down my grooved fret board
tapping in silent strokes
of forgotten dreams and abandoned tear stains
left to dry in bitter winds
let me sing the blues for you