Trust me baby,
it'll be over soon.
I promise to you,
for, my darling, I swoon.
Just think of us
together at last,
to help you through
the rough days past.
The time to come
seems so far away, because
I want you in my arms
forever to stay.
My girl, my world
I'm here for you.
I will never get over
my sparkling view.
Your eyes, they shine
like the moon and the stars,
Showing deep lasting love
that is rightfully ours.
They show me the light,
the everlasting thrill,
For I love you my dear
and forever I will.
If you ever forget
just look to the moon,
because baby, don't fret,
it shall be over soon.

Playing my guitar
the music entangles
in the room around me

Music I try
to spread to you
but it never seems
to reach

This musical bubble
has not been popped
though sometimes I feel
it should be

To stop and think
thinking is usually
bad, yet here
it gives me hope

I think of the saying
I said long ago
to someone who has
a special place
in my heart

I believe in this treasure
because its what
keeps my bubble
from popping

Seven beats
Seven measures
Seven notes
Seven words

Believe in yourself
Believe in who you are
You are you, for a reason

Know you can overcome,
surpass this time
of hardship and darkness

You have the strength
You have the support
to continue forward.

I believe in all of you,
though that may not mean much,
It's the best I can do
for now

I will continue to play my guitar
For you, my friends.
All I can do,
is surround you with
my music.

What I need you to do?
*Don't let the Music within you Fade.

Not all can fathom the concepts that what is here was once not and what was here once now isn't. The soil doesn't change, nor do the old trees, yet the buildings are broken down and the people soon leave.
The visuals and sights that have over time been consumed within the air still linger in our breaths.
The road was once dirt, the river once land, that home once someone else's home.
Physical attributes change yet so do the emotional ones. A place of war and blood shed will become peaceful and goodly. A place once deemed dreadful will be contradicted by time and seen as content and amicable. A person once admired and lively will become a person admired and dead.
The air doesn't change but everything else does, allowing the next people to breathe it's past in.

Intact, they don't even mumble,
Once broken they will grumble.