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Tears for Humanity Blues

I cried, Lord, I cried, let the tears roll down like rain

By Vicki Lawana Trusselli Published 5 months ago 3 min read
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WRITTEN, CREATED, EDITED BY

VICKI LAWANA TRUSSELLI

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I create short art films. This took me 10 hours to complete. I utilize AI as a tool without fear. I WRITE, EDIT, CREATE MY OWN STUFF.

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Welcome to the Vinematic Dive Bar, a fictional place, where neon hums, storms crack open the sky, and Sweetie (my feathered Executive Producer) scouts every scene. “Tears for Humanity Blues” became an art ritual film today, complete with prism light and blues truth. Step inside the universe with me.

Tears for Humanity Blues

So, I cried, Lord, I cried,

let the tears roll down like rain.

You know…

some mornings the world feels heavier than my bones can hold.

I wake up, breathe in, breathe out,

and I can feel the ache of humanity like a storm sittin’ on my chest.

I have seen things in this lifetime

that make a heart wonder how we’re all still standin’.

Seen kindness gets swallowed by noise,

seen the earth cry out while a few chase powers, like its oxygen.

And today…

today the tears came.

Not for me

but for the people,

for the children,

for the ones who still believe in each other

even when the world forgets how.

I cried because I’m human.

I cried because I care.

I cried because sometimes the blues is the only language

that can hold the truth without breakin’.

But I’m still here.

Still breathin’.

Still singin’.

Still holdin’ on to the hope

that humanity ain’t done yet.

So let me tell you a story…

a blues story…

a heart story…

’cause when the tears dry,

the song begins.

“Tears for Humanity Blues”

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VERSE 1 — The Old Heart Opens

I got an old blues heart,

been walkin’ this world too long,

seen kindness turn to silence,

seen right get buried by wrong.

And I cried for all the people,

for the ones who still believe,

’cause the world feels heavy lately,

and my soul just had to grieve.

VERSE 2 — Witness to the Wound

I have seen power twist like shadows,

seen greed wear a golden crown,

seen a few high towers rising

while the rest get pushed down.

And I whispered to the heavens,

“Why’s humanity on its knees?”

But the wind said, “Girl, keep singin’,

your blues is how hearts breathe.”

CHORUS — The Release

So, I cried, Lord, I cried,

let the tears roll down like rain.

For the earth, for the children,

for the ones who feel the pain.

But these tears ain’t weakness,

they’re the truth my spirit knew.

I’m just singin’ for humanity,

singin’ these old soul blues.

VERSE 3 — The World on Fire

I have seen the skies grow darker,

seen rivers run with fear,

seen the earth cry out for mercy

but nobody seemed to hear.

And I thought about the good ones,

the brave hearts who stood tall,

how they marched for every human,

how they answered every call.

BRIDGE — The Blues woman Stands Up

But I ain’t bowin’ to the shadows,

ain’t kneelin’ down to despair.

I’ll keep singin’ for the people,

for the breath we all must share.

’Cause the blues don’t break in darkness,

the blues don’t fade in night,

the blues rise up for humanity

and carry back the light.

FINAL CHORUS — The Healing

So I cried, Lord, I cried,

but the tears washed something clean.

Now my voice is steady thunder,

and my heart’s a livin’ dream.

I’m still singin’ for humanity,

for the hope we’re walkin’ through.

Yeah, today I found my freedom

in these tears for humanity blues.

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About the Creator

Vicki Lawana Trusselli

I am 76 year old California mythic storyteller blending lived truth, technology, and sovereign survival into multimedia art.

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    Written by Vicki Lawana Trusselli