talk to my soul
show me
what I can't see,
what I don't understand,
but can feel
sing my blues
tell my story
articulate
what I can't say
with your horn, trumpet,
saxophone, drumbeats,
piano, bass, altos and sopranos
speak to my soul
cause me to transcend
the hurt and pain
of this world
take me high above
the clouds
let me see that invisible world
through your music
Blues Man
shaman of the soul
with sounds and rhythms
African Herb-Man
spreading good vibes
all around
bringing health
lifting me up
from off the ground
Got my Sunday best on now
gonna praise God
for His love is supreme
for His love is supreme
for His love is supreme
He who gave man
the gift of healing
gonna praise my God
to the highest
listening to the sounds
of a genius
communicating with
the invisible world
bring back that healing
balm from Gilead
Blues Man
speak to my soul
down here in the darkness
and shine your light on me
that I might find my way
back home
Shalam,
Zarach
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