She sings a song with passion
With a voice that echoes pain
Her dreams of love are fashioned
With the words of each refrain.
She sang the blues in sorrow
T'was the only friend she knew
With lyrics that she borrowed
From her life that sang the blues.....
I followed her from bar to bar
With the hope that she would see
Me in the audience awaiting
For her to notice me
Tonight I heard an angel as
She wept at shooting stars
Those strings she left just dangling
Remain, hanging from my heart.
I was born to pen these words
She has learned to pay the dues
A voice that's doomed to be heard
This lady sings the blues....
Oh wow James, breathtaking poem, I feel her as she sings her blues and your pen gently on paper carries the notes for us to see. Thank you!
Great poem - not a fan of blues singing, but love the poetry which is very well penned.
There really is something very moving and magical about those ole blues; great poem James.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh wow James, breathtaking poem, I feel her as she sings her blues and your pen gently on paper carries the notes for us to see. Thank you!