Set Me Free
Set Me Free
Have you heard the news?
Mr. E has caught the blues
Wrestled it down with his bare hands
Tied it up with paper and strings
Keeps it on a shelf in a room
Only lets it out when he writes or he sings
The case is getting dusty as of late
The pen and parchment have to wait
Strings dead and rusting
Dreams dead and rusting
Missing M’lady’s lullabies
Mi muse “sic” is missing
For her I’m lusting
A little bit of loss
And a whole lot of hurt
I turn and I toss
And wear the same shirt
Gathering moss
Still feet will not win the day
Pain won’t roll the stone away
Need a way to convert the dirt
Flowers weren’t meant to grow in Clay
Have you heard the news?
Mystery has caught the blues
Or maybe it caught him
No way to really know
Pray someday he’ll find a way
And be free to let it go
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