My Guitar

Today for the first time in months I picked up my guitar. I had forgotten how much I love to write. For me, playing the guitar is an avenue for my thoughts. It is a porthole into the depths of my heart where I store my most sacred fears. While playing I began to realize what I was really feeling about life. I had no idea this is how I felt.

These are the lyrics I wrote:

You look outside your window and imagine what could be

A world where you’re in it and you’re free. You see the children laughing and you dream of the day...

someone comes and finds you, helps you put your fears behind you.

You hope and wait pray. But until that day...you stay.

The days go by and you forget to dream.

Somehow nothing matters but this false reality.

You settle for the existence of a two demential world and the lies you keep telling yourself about the outside world.

You wait for the day someone comes knocking at your door.

They come to take you back to what you knew.

A life filled with color and a heart filled with song. But most of all the person that used to be you.

But too afraid to make a move you sit and wait and pray...

That someday you will see the light but until that day... you stay.

Despite the lies, the tale that has been spun; you know deep down who you are that this battle’s been won.

You know it doesn't matter what is thrown your way. There is hope and peace and true love... and it’s here to stay.