The Blues #1

There ain't no use in cryin',
Even when you're blue,
There ain't no sense in cryin',
No one hears you when you do.


It doesn't matter to anyone,
That your heart was torn from your chest,
Even though you'd talk to anyone,
Apathy is some at their best.


If you're looking for help, my friend,
As alone you go down the road,
Don't look for anyone but yourself,
To bear your heavy load.


Love was made to be a tragedy,
Two people joined by a common mystery,
Never really knowing each other,
The deaf can't hear and the blind can't see.


Of those things you can count on,
Don't include love and happiness,
As people change, they remain the same,
Selfish children, more or less.


You've got to keep on tryin',
You can't live for other people's eyes,
Though the dose is bitter and hard to swallow,
Don't put your trust in their lies.


If I had a moral,
A word of wisdom or two,
It would be that you must find and count on,
The self buried only within you.




Copyright August, 1978 John D. Marks

Last changed: 06/08/2001