We live beneath the shadows of the Gods
And carry the world upon our backs
Tightly bound together
We exist,
Only for each other.
Our days are spent under brilliant suns
And fading stars,
We can disappear like mist.
Out running seasons
We die on our feet
So our spirits fly free.
We are beauty
And we leave our past behind.

The guitar makes my heart sing in melody,
giving me a remedy of specialty.
Somehow it calls to me desperately,
telling me endlessly its my destiny.

The guitar and I have chemistry,
Somehow the guitar is a legacy.
The music of the guitar makes me breathless,
making me feel weightless.

I feel light-headed to be exact,
its making me relaxed.
This attraction,
this passion,
Its electrifying.
Its what I dreamed for, for so long.

~Niko

Come taste the southern-sweet-tea air
Unlock your locks of nut-brown hair
Just take my hand, I'll treat you well
Come sing, my soft Atlanta belle!

We'll dance all night
(It's not a crime!)
Under charmed old light,
We'll step in time

Our feet tickle the floorboards
Kicking, shuffling, and rushing
While my Georgia-doll baby
Is smiling and blushing
And the music is swift
It's soulful, it's gushing

You're a ripe strawberry
In a sweet, **** pie
Lips rouged like  dark cherry
Eyes just like the sky

And when the newborn day rises
All the star time will pass
You will wake in my arms
In fresh morning-dew grass

One day,
I'll look back at you,
And wonder why I have to look back.

You are the answer
To every question
I've ever had
And all of the ones
I never even thought
To ask.