Those six strings, those rhythmic swings
Those woody smell, is all I get
The strumming divine,
grips me like a wine
Those six strings, surely changed my life.
Those mixed feeling, when you strum the G
Those nostalgic feeling, when you strum the E
The feeling of being alone yet feeling better,
Guitar is the only thing that holds me altogether.
My escape from reality,
the air that past by,
Sounds of tranquillity,
inside my mind.
Nay! I don’t want your perception
I don’t need your advice,
I am happy with the sole thing
My Guitar- my, life