When you pick up your guitar,
Everything seems perfect,
You always have the right thing to say,
Your lyrics could change the world,
When you play,
You let your hair run loose down your back,
Those golden locks shine bright in the light,
You blue eyes sparkle with the passion for music,
Your whole body sways to the rhythm that you play.
You are my inspiration.
You are from where i retrieve my passion.
Your a musician.
You feel things differently than others,
You feel things that others simply cannot,
Your passion is never ending,
Your dedicated to every strum,
Every chord,
Every string of your guitar,
One day you could well change the world.
You can tell when your thinking,
Because your pick is hanging out of your mouth,
Your passion is,
And always will be,
Never ending.....
Like the pale blue sky.
