My fingers are bleeding
The blood trickles down my hand
My hand flung up and back down again
my guitar strings broke one by one
as I tried to replicate what you've done
I moved on to paper and pen
and suddenly things come more naturally
I don't have to pretend
to be something I don't want to be
I let your melodies and words feed my ears
the grapes of wisdom, joy and everything good
I never realized the potential I had till I heard your words
and now I know that there is a god in this world