regrets
The lonely guitar weeps
The broken string the broken chords
Alone with the sun and the wind
It has no hope in prison of its own
The lonely guitar weeps
Finding the way is hard to see
Without eyes and string to hit notes
It is a broken dream.....
The empty basket laughing
“You are like me
I have no place to go
I am living here all alone”
“You have no ambition
Sitting there in the corner
A parasite catching others rubbish
I am the melody seeker”
“You are nothing
You have broken dreams
Like me now I get no rubbish
We are the same seeking different tune”
The lonely guitar weeps
Strumming the broken chords
Telling the story of unfinished dreams
The empty basket laughing
The books turning pages
“Play the words for us
Let us dream about your dreams
Let us embrace the journey”
The empty basket laughing again
“You don't have nobody to read
The pages closing hardly opening these days
Give it to me I am empty”
The lonely guitar weeps
Ignoring the empty basket
Turning the book pages
The scores of freedom sing
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