The Walk

by Jeff Blood

December 29, 2013

Come walk with me a while

Watch why I do the things I do

In the end you will surley see

Your missunderstandings will become clear to you

You only see the hours that I'm gone

You can't see why it's work to me

The and creations I create in song

Will bring pleasure to others I'm sure you'lle see

This is something that was built in me

It seems fun when people watch and listen to me

The band sweating doing retakes time after time

This hard work does'nt seem so fun to me

You finally grab a contract after hard work

The success makes you feel like you have a future

Until they want another album, like you agreed

And as hard as I try, nothing comes to me

This thing that was built in me

The music my mind can see

Suddenly turns to work, not so fun for me

That's why I need you to come walk with me

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Jeff BloodDec 29, 2013

<p>It's just funny how people dream of luck of those are Gifted. They never seem to look at the reality. Anytime you have to leave your family is intense, and it becomes not so glamorous anymore. Seeing 3 or 4 big cities per week, and not being able to enjoy what they have to offer. All of these things make me glad I have a home, and horses, and Kids , also Grand Kids. But reguardless, I am glad I choose to make a living from bringing happiness to you all.</p><p>                 Thanks, Your Author: Jeff B.</p>