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Guitar mans blues
He gently weeps
As he wonders quietly whom is sane
Am I the only one?
If so then who’s to blame
Walking in disbelief
Believing in every thing
His eyes wander aimlessly
As he looks at not a thing
Sing Child sing
As I pluck my strings
Sitting on this hill
In the middle of nowhere
Philosophy is free
When lines are cheap
All else is spilled
For each ear filled
No one knows
Nor want to hear
The truth is tied
To a life size mirror
Reflecting from the front
To the back
Never looking over
But guarding ones back
Words roll off tongues
To fill the harmless air
Making it untruthful
And full of despair
Eyes wandering at me
“Am I insanity?”
He thinks again
Wondering if sanity
Has an end
I offer my hand
To a world that’s mad
Full of anger and hatred
My eyes so sad
Believing in good
Follow my ways
Everyone listens
But no body stays
Pretending to want
Knowing you’ll leave
Never to care
Never to see
Don’t even care
Don’t shed a tear
Don’t even listen
For a sympathy ear
Gently I weep
As I now know the world is insane
The gentlest touch
Could wash away all the pain
A blind society
To the deaf and numb
Make us senseless
But still I strum
Guitar mans blues
As I gently strum
Guitar mans blues
For the deaf and numb
Dedicated to the true arts,
-Poets
Words can be bullets
When the pen becomes mightier than the sword
This shows our strength
Not in numbers
But our own poetic soul.
-Musicians
(Words of poetry, words of music
A language of it's own to be created
In its own universal understanding.)
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