Sometimes your burdens will throw you around

But when you’re too high, I’ll be your ground.

When you’re swirling and spiraling with the wind

I’ll be waiting with stitches, your soul to mend.

 

When you walk in the desert and can’t feel your feet

I’ll be your shadowing shelter out of the heat.

When you get caught in the waves and can’t see the shore

I’ll be there to show you that there’s so much more.

 

So put down the bottle, pick up the guitar

Because no substance defines who you truly are.

If your voice fails don’t be afraid to step back

Don’t try to run from the confidence you lack.

 

So here is your mic and here is your pick

Ignore your demons because it’s yourself that you trick.

Look out in the crowd with the light shining down

Don’t be swayed by the paupers for the king wears the crown.

 

Feel the base drum pulse throughout your veins

Playing so loud the world thinks you’re insane

The high hat and snare scare your troubles away

And it’s your own rhythm that is left here to stay.

 

So lock the demanding desires in your old guitar case

Like the rhythm of the melody, life’s got its own pace.

Standing tall on the stage grinning with pride

Conquered and defeated your demons will hide.

 

 

It may be hard and we don’t know how

But no matter what you’ll end with a bow.

If you ever feel alone I’ll be standing in the crowd

So just let your smile shine and play fucking loud.