Blues Grand (song)

I woke up this morning with a song in my head,

A melody that spoke of love and loss and dread,

A rhythm that throbbed with a deep, soulful ache,

A blues that echoed the heart's every break.

The words were simple, yet they cut like a knife,

A plaintive cry for a love that once gave life,

A story of a man who'd lost his only flame,

And now walked the world with only sorrow to claim.

The notes were spare, but each one rang true,

A haunting tune that spoke of all we go through,

Of joy and pain, of hope and despair,

Of love that stays with us, even when it's not there.

And as I played, I felt the music take hold,

A feeling deep within, that never gets old,

A sense of connection to all that we share,

To the beauty and pain that's woven in our every prayer.

So here's to the blues, that timeless art,

That speaks to the soul and mends the heart,

May we all find solace in its deep, mournful sound,

And find our way home, on the path that we've found.