The songs of blue
In night the guitar strums away
In the lonely night of dimly lights
With the soft breezes blowing away
The songs of blue
Of needs and passion gone
Of freedom and tolerance put aside
The way ahead traps in the mind
The songs of blue
The birds sleep forgetting the world
They live as they wish without humans peeping
They have the freedom to fly away
The songs of blue
The humans pray for peace
It seems so hard to come by these days
Bombs explode pieces scattered every where
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