Music’s around me,
And guitars wait patiently,
To play once again.
Notes aren’t forgotten,
They’re as constant as the time,
It takes to play them.
Money lays around,
Without value and lifeless,
And left on the shelf.
As complex as simple is.
Music’s around me,
And guitars wait patiently,
To play once again.
Notes aren’t forgotten,
They’re as constant as the time,
It takes to play them.
Money lays around,
Without value and lifeless,
And left on the shelf.