I have nothing left in this barren land
Except for the instrument that has scarred my hands
I hold it now , but just barely raised
My Life is gone , yet this guitar is saved

It has seen my ultimate Bliss and my deepest woes
It has help me overcome sorrow and defeat my foes
It is part of me , though I am quickly fading
How many times have I held onto nothing instead of trading

I've watched my sons grow old and die before my eyes
My Guitar weeps in my sweat and blood ,its her form of cries
She is my only friend left in this unforgiving world
She is my heart , my salvation , and part of my soul

I am leaving soon , this I can ultimately tell
I think heaven is attainable , but Im opted for Hell
Too many situations , I handled them wrong
Now , As I sit dying , I strum , One final song

I sing to my fellow brothers in arms
I sing to the women who have fallen to my charms
I sing to the future and what it becomes
I sing to God above , forgive my wrongs

When I strum these strings artistically
I forget about that Im nearly history
The song and strum brings me more alive than ever
And if I die while playing , my soul might live Forever


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