Inspiration

As I wait it begins,
My heart starts to sing,
The crowd is moving,
To the people we bring.

A new type of music,
The type that comes from within,
Moving and shaking,
The boundaries it's breaking.

As my brow starts to sweat,
I'll be giving it my best,
Because this is what I am meant for.

Let us break free
Of the society
That provokes and promotes no longer the sounds of this nation's folks,
But rather the algorhythms that the machines have spoke,

Brings us to our knees,
Let us weep and plead,
For music that is written for the people by the people it belongs,
Not by the lifeless definitions of those zero's and one's.

Now's the time to forget,
And the time to reflect,
For the fear does relent,
I have time only for my frets,

And the strings,
Upon which my life depends,
For come the day of reckoning,
I will go down, my heart open, my mouth will sing.

As my brow starts to sweat,
I'll be giving it my best,
Because this is what I am meant for.

Let us break free
Of the society
That provokes and promotes no longer the sounds of this nation's folks,
But rather the algorhythms that the machines have spoke,

Brings us to our knees,
Let us weep and plead,
For music that is written for the people by the people it belongs,
Not by the lifeless definitions of those zero's and one's.

No longer shall we be required,
To put our lives in the fire,
For what we do isn't art, it isn't just a part,
But rather the entire start,
For the world to realise it's faults,
And rise up in a song, revolt.