GUITAR
Blowing my trumpet,playing the guitar right
better make everything alright
been through lots,still standing my ground
always there when I needed the most
sitted at the roadside,I played,you sung along
look where it has bought us,now on our first poem
didn't care bout money and fame
but entertain the world at large
be a voice to the voiceless and do the incredible
the greatest pleasure in life is doing things poeple
say you can't do even when you fail, it doesn't decide your fate
to hope is to risk failure.
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