My guitar weeps
as I sit here alone.
Lost in my misery,
songs stuck in my head.
as I sit here alone.
Lost in my misery,
songs stuck in my head.
The notes cry out
for a simple melody.
The hatred that I find
in this sorry world today.
The pain caused
by your unthinking.
Your words sting
and leave fresh scars.
Yet you don’t care
and carry on in your ways.
You put them down
and build yourself up.
What is left of the lonely
left to suffer the blows,
the heartbroken, the lost,
the miserable, and the distraught.
We wander aimlessly
looking for something,
something to hold onto,
or someone to hold us.
You may think you won,
but in the end you’ll lose.
We will rise again and stronger
each time that we fall.
Gracefully my guitar sings
in a song so full and pure.
In peace we find what’s lost.
Happiness is our key.
Our pain will bring joy
to those who search for it.
Every particle of our being
craves to behold this joy.
Together we are stronger
than as one against the world.
So let’s change this wrong
and make the world right again.
for a simple melody.
The hatred that I find
in this sorry world today.
The pain caused
by your unthinking.
Your words sting
and leave fresh scars.
Yet you don’t care
and carry on in your ways.
You put them down
and build yourself up.
What is left of the lonely
left to suffer the blows,
the heartbroken, the lost,
the miserable, and the distraught.
We wander aimlessly
looking for something,
something to hold onto,
or someone to hold us.
You may think you won,
but in the end you’ll lose.
We will rise again and stronger
each time that we fall.
Gracefully my guitar sings
in a song so full and pure.
In peace we find what’s lost.
Happiness is our key.
Our pain will bring joy
to those who search for it.
Every particle of our being
craves to behold this joy.
Together we are stronger
than as one against the world.
So let’s change this wrong
and make the world right again.