A Musicians Soul

Her music is her life
It keeps her from taking her life with the knife
The notes and the beats of all the songs
Seem to take way all her wrongs
It seems the guitars sooth her soul
As the life style seems to take it's tole
The stage is hers
The mic is hers as she curves
With the baseline beating
Her body is heating
all the worries have gone away
Oh how she's wishing it to stay
She rides on the air of death
Across the stage she swepts
She'll wipe the sweat off her brow
And her band will play harder now
As men hoarse her with howls
Every few step's she gets whipped by towels
The crowd cat calls loudly
She'll strut across the stage proudly
The music comes to a quiet
Fans go into a riot
As she walks off the stage
She'll walk off in a happy rage.