Forgot Troubles from broken change by Ronald Customie

From the Mississippi Delta's humid air,
To the bustling streets of old Times Square,
The soulful melodies of the blues arise,
Evoking emotions that reach the skies.

The twang of a guitar's mournful cry,
Whispers of love lost, oh melody's sigh,
A harmonica's wail, like the sound of the wind,
Tells tales of hardship, of battles within.

With every note, the pain takes flight,
Telling stories of struggle, day and night,
Like a river flowing through troubled lands,
The blues music understands.

From B.B. King's sweet serenade,
To Etta James' heartfelt escapade,
Legends immortalized, their voices inspire,
Across generations, their music will never tire.

Through years of oppression and strife,
Blues music provided strength and life,
United souls, sharing a common thread,
Music as a refuge, where weary hearts find stead.

From cotton fields to the grandest stage,
The blues music transcends, no matter the age,
It whispers truth and embraces the real,
A sanctuary where emotions can heal.

So let the blues music play on and on,
For in its lyrics, we find solace, not gone,
A genre that bares the human soul,
In rhythm and rhyme, making us whole.

• Blues
• DeltaBlues
• blues rock
• bluesy
• Secaucus