I have a cold in my soul

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I woke up again today with a
cold in my soul. When will this
bluesy flu let me be free?

I went down town the other day
and I saw a man in a wheelchair
with amputated legs.

I saw beggars sit on cold streets
wrapped in blankets, asking for
money I could not spare.

I saw an old fragile woman
in her 90s at the square slowly
stumble to her bus home.

And I told myself I ought to be
happy and I prayed in my heart:
“black flu, set me free!”

I see on my TV screen people
suffer everywhere in world and
I know I’m the lucky one.

Yet, to know is not to be free,
a cold hold my soul in custody –
and it won’t set me free.

blue-guitar

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