They say he likes to play
It's a hobby we try to say
Teachers voice can be heard
But to me it's all absurd
With music I'm sure to nurture
With euphoria there is no future
I understand what they say
But without music my life is grey
The struggle within I know the right way
But music is a sin if I only wish to play
It's the hole in the sole that's left inside
Working from nine to five with no wings to fly
I chase the dreams of few
No other choice what's left to do
The tunes lure me in
A wilderness I dwell within
Desperate to impress in music I progress
But to push and pray tends to scare it away
Now I can see there's is no guarantee
My blood runs cold to have nothing when I'm old
Well win of lose it's music I choose
Because when I play the pain goes away
Rain hail or shine the music is my shrine
For the love of music I play night and day