Blue Guitar

They’ve danced slow dances

And some have cried

Anguish in their chords

They’ve paid homage to the dead

Hummed a tune, broken break

 

And with a cheeky smile she slides away

But I am not going to wait for anyone

On shifting sands

For I have solid rock in my hands

 

And bitter words from the brightest stars

Affected all the blue guitars

I’ll look for truth north under the Southern Cross

 

 

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