Notes flow forth from my tired hands

My spirit knows the melody and sees it as its land

Expressing the inner most recesses of my heart

“Peace” the music promises “is not far”

 

I play my shattered story on these broken strings

They tell of my few joys and all my ruined dreams

 

I am my own soldier fighting for my life

Walking through the cold jungle, something can’t be right

I stepped to far too late I’ve seen the hidden mine

My sight is gone but I’m not blind

 

I play my shattered story on these broken strings

They tell of my few joys and all my ruined dreams

 

As my youth wastes away my song plays on

The chords speak out with tones so clear and strong

I listen to what all have to say and none have heard

My life is gone my spirit’s flown away like a bird

 

I play my shattered story on these broken strings

They tell of my few joys and all my ruined dreams

 

My story is taken up by a new soul

Struggling not to sink with this laborious role

Still no one hears what is being said

Their story shall be like mine until their spirit has fled

 

They play my unheard story on these golden strings

That tell of my false glory and nearly fulfilled dreams

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