Story Behind the Song
...inspired by a poem, this journey begins with an introspective realization of self-induced desolation and continues through a series of flashbacks that give insight into what went wrong and what could have been done to change the current outcome. Finally, there is an unswerving resolve that, befriended by this guitar, a successful return to a meaningful and happy life will be accomplished...
Lyrics
Standing alone
In the corner of my room -
My guitar is weeping,
For her song's entombed.
I cry alone
In the emptiness of night -
Oh, how I long to reach her,
My Beacon shining bright!
I don't know how -
I don't know why -
Life became for me
A drug-filled high.
She tried to warn me
With every song I played -
That my hand would falter
And my memory fade.
We'll climb that mountain,
And the journey won't be far -
If we stand together,
Me and my Guitar.
I don't know how -
I don't know why -
Life became for me
A drug-filled high.
She tried to warn me
With every song I played -
That my hand would falter
And my memory fade.
We'll climb that mountain,
And the journey won't be far -
If we stand together,
Me and my Guitar.
Yes, if we stand together,
Me and my Guitar.
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