We all know the song or the feelings ..well.

Blue goes very deep into the soul

Something we all share, as far I can tell.

 

How do you mend a broken heart,the Bee Gees ask .

I have no wise answer to that, they say time heals

Heartaches don't seem to cure easy, there's no surgery for these things.

No magic, no potions to take, unless perhaps the Prozac thing..but that's not real.

 

Oh blue, shades of blue , my heart and soul is painted with you.

Deep blue fades into lighter blue as time goes by

But still , there you are .Then more blues follows ....it doesn't really end.

Blue on blue,heartache on heartache...How do you mend a broken heart?

 

Each day passes into oblivion .The abyss may get smaller and you don't feel so lost

The nights are the test that we all must face.The darkness brings insomnia,and tears to taste.

It's at that time when we think man is an island...though in truth we're not.

But we know those feelings well , and deep into them we've bought.

 

The song says I got the blues but look deeper inward ,the blues have me,through and through.

It's a disease of the ages.In thousands of songs, movies and written pages.

The fight is to keep the blues from fading into black.Then another song is born.

Black is Black, I remember well, and then another comes along...Paint It Black.

The search for the cure continues my friend, perhaps a journey without end.