The Purple Blues

“Here I am, one thousand feet in the air, standing on top of a skyscraper, ready to give it all to you lord.

Was I born just to want to be closer to you?

Was I born to get high and never be satisfied?

Was I born to be a menace to society?

What’s the point? Am I just here to die in a dark cold world?

What do I do lord? Everything around me is falling apart. Dirty, never to be washed clean. Evil, never to be good.

Was I born to sit in front of a professionally made computer just to pleasure myself?

Was I born to smoke and drink myself into insanity?

Was I born to argue with love ones everyday?

Here I am lord, in my purple psyche ward gown ready to jump.

Ready to throw in the towel.”

“Willow, what are you doing?”

“What are you doing up her Stubbs? You won’t talk me out of this,” Willow said, while noticing her drummer Stubbs out of the corner of her eye.

“Willow, you don’t have to do this. There’s so much more to the world.”

“I’ve lost everything I love Stubbs. The world is better without me.”

“Is this really how you want to be remembered? Everyone loves being around you. You mean something to us little people, plus we can’t afford your funeral,” Stubbs explains, getting closer to Willow.

“That’s a really odd way to put it. The world is burning Stubbs. We’re crumbs to the elites. What purpose do I have?” Willow says while looking down.

“Who’s going to sing the purple blues as good as you? No one has ever heard a style like yours. You’re an angel sent here to sing the purple blues, why stop now? Why end your story as a suicide?”

Willow can’t help but to look down.

“How did you know I was up here? You were asleep.”

“An angel woke me up out of my dream and told me that you were up here. He told me to save you,” Stubbs explained.

Willow begins to look up.

“An angel?” She says curiously, noticing all of their instruments set up on the roof.

The rest of the band gathered on the rooftop and there was Willow’s famous harp. Pete began to play his trumpet. She then noticed the spirit of her father when he used to teach her how to play.

“This is your weapon, Willow, as a part of the army of God you must defend and save innocent lives by playing this harp even when no one’s around, the dead can hear you, those were the words of my father,” Willow explained coming off of the ledge. 

“I am important,” she said to herself.

As she began to play the purple blues in here psyche ward gown that she would often sleep in, she felt angels guiding her hands, as she often would when playing. While she played, she saw the dead and Christ resurrecting in the clouds, they’d come back to save the lost souls.

The Purple Blues had never been played with a harp until Willow was born, and if she would have taken her own life, then she would have lost the inheritance that God had in store for her and the world.

Til this day, every time her music is played, a miracle happens and more people come off of the edge and give their problems to God.

The Purple Blues