Young Guitarist Dreamer Song

Six strings is all I'll need to start
to free these rhythms from my heart.

Just learned four chords and wrote a song.
A little practice, won't be long.

They'd hear me on their radios,
buy my albums, see my shows,
hum to every tune I write,
if they'd believe in me tonight.

I'm not a dreamer who gives in.
I do complete what I begin.

The industry, some say it's rough,
I promise I'll be strong and tough.

You'll watch my music videos,
learn my lyrics, heaven knows,
and hum to every tune I write,
if you'll believe in me tonight.

My father, he was just like me.
He loved to sing beneath a tree.

My mother sung, too, bless her soul.
Now I'm chasing down my goal.

"Help them hear me, Lord," I pray.
Guitar in hand, I'm on my way.
I'm full of foolish dreams and fight,
but I believe I'll make it right.

Just four more chords, and it's alright.
I'll step into that big spotlight.

Just please believe in me tonight.

Young Guitarist Dreamer Song © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: February 22, 2021