This is the reason I do what I do.

A rhyme, a song in shades of blue.

Connections made to a million ties.

The longing stare of a million eyes.

 

Peering out from the darkness, soul by soul.

Bound by the sound of every note.

Bound by the beat of the rhythmic drum.

Bound by the voice of the chosen one.

 

Chosen to carry the weight of them all.

Chosen to suffer, chosen to fall.

Chosen to feel what they've placed on the shelf,

feelings they no longer feel for themselves.

 

Feelings that haunt like a cry in the night.

Feelings that keep me from feeling alright.

Feelings that come from the one all alone,

the one beaten down, the one far from home.

 

The one long neglected, the one who must hide,

the one who can't share what their holding inside.

The one who is broken, the one who's been marred,

the one been abused with the deepest of scars.

 

The one who has fallen down time after time.

The who has come to the end of the line.

They're searching and yearning and hoping I'll give -

a reason to go on. A reason to live.

 

So then ask me. I'll tell you, the reason I'm blue...

is because of the reason I do what I do.