Sighs from the boxed in, which I cannot extend,
Journals I've written, that was only pretend.
Duty I've never missed, can't say I know more.
Just what is the truth? I couldn't say anymore.
My mood is blue, yes it is blue, oh and how it's blue.

Looking at people, some just demand,
Demands just tell me what they cannot defend,
Why are they waiting? For just some final hand?
Just what I'm giving them, they will get in the end.

My mood is blue, yes it is blue,
Oh and how it's blue, yes it's truly blue.

- flutes -

Lights they are hitting, just where I have been penned.
It is unwritten, "you cannot have a friend."
Off duty is my sole wish,let me go and explore.
Just what the world does,I don't want to ignore.

I won't be blue, no I'm not blue,
Yes, I am so blue, no I'm not too blue.
But I'll be blue, no I'm not blue,
My mood depends on me, it won't be you. 10

- long instrumental -


My Lament

Deep sleep does cover the gloom
See lights played in every room
Waking me up, I look on and resent
It was useless the hostility spent.

Old-fashioned thinkers stressed up this one
And wonders why lonely, why all shun.
Will moth turn to butterfly when done?
Keep fist tight and it will surely run.

The cold hearted ones rule by night,
Removed the colors from all sights.
All is black or all is white.
We decide what is right,
They can keep their illusion.