Blues of despair

I feel the blues,
when the sun rises in the morning,
my night of sleep,
ends in a mourning.

I try to be good,
but I awake to reality,
when I miss the food.

I work all day,
in something that I hate,
I nail the shoes
that some rich will purchase.

My life is ruined,
but I should be playing,
the blues all day.

I prefer to be naked,
but I ain't got the guts,
I prefer to be a hobo,
some say that I'm nuts.

But if I don't sing,
don't sing to my love,
my dreams will faint,
the blues will go away.