As silence fills my bedroom, and darkness takes its hold;
I find that I am unable to sleep,
a fire inside me cinders: a story must be told;
the task laid out before me: ever steep.

I search this darkened bedroom and find my old guitar,
I wipe away her tears: caress her strings;
I stare outside my window and focus on a star
and all the inspiration that it brings.

At first the feeling’s gentle, but shortly comes the rush:
with every note I play the feeling grows,
the melody surrounds me: a tender, soothing touch;
the blessing known as peace the tune bestows.

The music: ever faster; my heart is not the same,
my passion and my soul: they both ignite;
for music is a bonfire and lyrics are the flame:
my six string flame has carried me tonight.