Guitar Player ( A Song)

I)

 I held the guitar and I’m barely breathing

With no clue what to sing, I started strumming

I closed my eyes pretending to be strong


How can the world get it so very wrong?

II)


The tune was bitter like hate spewed from broken dreams


It was ferocious resonating from a thousand screams


Around me were the cheering and dancing fools


Like shadows of mindless, graveyard ghouls.


Chorus:

I strummed until the dead sings


I strummed until it no longer stings


I strummed until the ghosts go away


I strummed until I could no longer play.

Bridge:

And I’m still not okay…


I can no longer play


I can no longer play…

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