Therese Gramercy . . . the girl named Trees

Blue Skies

The Blues

He walks in silence on the streets,
he seems lost to everyone he meets,
he glances to the skies above,
he knows not how to search for love,
he wants to feel mirrored love at night,
but it is only his own tears he finds,
almost every night he sings the blues,
while he replays his lifelong search for you.