Striking a Chord

I sit on the floor in my solitude,

Guitar clutched in my hands

My fingertips hit the frets,

Feelings of despair fade,

Drifting off to a place

Where emptiness means nothing, Lonliness means nothing,

Nothing but feelings of hope surround me in my existence there,

Dreams of yesterday, thoughts of today,

Lost in my head until I can't see, what is important to me,

And when I strike a chord everything becomes clear,

Songs tangled with chords I feel like im growing wings,

To set me free,

To fly like a butterfly

Over doubt, hurt and despair,

To harmony and joy.