Literary Advantages

It’s they blues of my soul
That taught me to write a song
It’s that voice deep inside
It shows me right from wrong
It’s that warm feeling of a smile
That makes the ride worthwhile
Well, it’s the blues of my soul
That taught me to write a song

I find abode in words of ecstasy
That keep my mind levelled clean
When the ink cleans the sheet
Focus like a snipers beam
Fingers hurt, head flickering
Only lift my eyes if they’re gleaming
I find abode in words of ecstacy
That keep my mind levelled clean

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