I Choose the Guitar
They say it's time to grow up
Become a man
One who lives everyday
Such in a way of material gain
I judge not
But I choose my own way
To embrace these gifts
To be patient
And bring glory to my father of hidden fame
The one who left
But always seemed to stay
I look in the mirror
Our reflections the same
The way of the guitar is what I choose
Studied martial arts but wish not to injure or maim
I wish to heal
Anyone who listens...as I did myself..just to keep sane
Self medicated, i sustained
Know it's time I return the favor
Bring some of my own flavor
As the devil Deafens our ears to what you want to hear
I will come with a blast in your ears
Awaken
Why are you asleep?
Why die in vain
When you can choose faith hope and sustain
Patience is a virtue..one that has taught me well
From the cradle to the grave..from birth through hell
Harp, acoustic, electric it's all the same
It's why you use it that willl be or not to be to blame
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