In my hands I hold a musical wonder,
in good times it shrieks the sounds of thunder,
but when I'm feeling down an out,
thats when I play best as Da Blues just shout,
Sounds from notes played with feeling and loss,
As emotions are betrayed and feelings suffer the cost,
From a love who has gone some what astray,
My heart feels empty and heavily betrayed,
In my hands I hold that which I trust,
It creates passion and feelings and often a certain lust,
Sounds from my guitar fill the once quiet space,
But still can't even fill the hearts new empty place,
When I cant talk it speaks my soul,
With another broken heart another song will soon unfold.
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-07-27 04:42:35
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