I will be a guitarist
As my fingers strum and my legs stamp,
will you board, surrender your attention,
as I carry you away to fairyland?
I will be a dancer.
When the night is late and spirits sleep,
my moves will rhyme with yours.
Together, we shall liven the sleeping night
I am a singer.
When you are dying inside, when you’re alone,
My voice, the notes will be your company.
My song will keep you warm, flood your heart with peace.
So please hold on tight, right.
Hold on when the storms seem so strong
Hold when love leaves like it never came
Hold when your dreams speed and our strides cant match
Hold when they squeeze us from without
When you no longer hold my hands and my lips are beyond your reach