Life is Blue
For those tortured souls
The sun is shining,
A soft breeze in my hair,
Not a thing I am minding,
White clouds in the air
Ocean waves roll in,
On a soft sandy beach,
Here I am again,
My own outer reach
I awake, of course,
To the sound of screams
A voice shrill and hoarse,
Such tormenting dreams
My mother, so sweet,
And my father, so cruel
For a person to beat,
Is a cold hearted fool
What miserable days,
Lead to booze ridden nights
Such fiendish ways
Such terrible sights
A child who needs more,
Who wishes to be
Dreaming of a shore,
Remote, out at sea
Disturbed by reality,
So harsh, and so true
He must learn eventually,
That real life is blue
