You...
Still carry your bruises.
But you must get healed quick,
And go through,
The pain...
That seems to remain.
And you...
Must remove your seclusion.
Proving...
A solitude,
For you...
Has no gain.
Just dedicate your to rule,
Over anything that bothers you.
But you can't do that if you stay trapped,
In a blues attitude you choose.
Just dedicate your to rule,
Over anything that bothers you.
But you can't do that if you stay trapped,
In a blues attitude you choose.
You...
Still carry your bruises.
But you must get healed quick,
And go through,
The pain...
That seems to remain.
And you...
Must remove your seclusion.
Proving...
A solitude,
For you...
Has no gain.
Just dedicate your to rule,
Over anything that bothers you.
But you can't do that if you stay trapped,
In a blues attitude you choose.
No you can't do that if you stay trapped,
In a blues attitude you choose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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