heavy strums stroll down the strings of the guitar, harmonic madness...
music speaks, music cries, music sings, music reveals inner sadness...
the beat of life pulses its bassy echos, rhythm in its simplicity complex...
lyrical depths exist in one dimension, but holds meaning beyond text...
cries of this heart resound rebellion, but carry child-like dependence...
somebodys still strumming that guitar hard, honesty and innocence...
the cries of this heart ring through hallways and travels to my soul...
forever this song plays, changing tunes and moods until the day im forever old...

-this song of mine-