Walking alone, down the streets <br />Don’t know what to do, perhaps make some beats. <br />So I run to my house, and grab my guitar. <br />Play some chords, and then a music bar <br />I miss something, I think it’s the beat <br />So my drums, take the lead. <br />We all play music in harmony. <br />So all the kids finally see me. <br /> <br />I feel very down, I took all the drugs. <br />Those things keep me high, but it actually sucks. <br />I need some protection, defence for my life <br />So I play music, and don’t grab a knife. <br />In heaven I will find my endless rest. <br />But here on earth, I am on my best. <br />From the lord, I’ve been send. <br />But I will rock on till the very end. <br /> <br />Made by myself<br /><br />julian krone<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/music-and-life-in-confusing/
