out in the country
singing my tune
as finding my soul
but yet lost
in my very own
as i capture
the pain by singing
the blues
gives me strenght
that i have grown
as im not weak
for i have to
be strong
as i lay and watch
the clouds fly by
it gives me memories
from long ago
sweet ones at that
as i count my dreams
from the nite before
i count my life
as a re-peating stone
i may be small in such
a degree but im tall
with pride not pouting
on the floor
for im not a fool
for i shall speak
from the high spirits
above and be strong
where ever i shall be

Beautiful feelings and emotions.

And so you shall!