I Want To Be a Musician

Sunday morning
In the letters, learning, looking
Something to play
Why would I want to be someone amazing
A musician who plays a thousan intruments.
A thousand times.
I can not hold, you have to understand me

Understand that I am no longer one in the crowd.
My guitar will not shut up!
You can lecture me
Arrest me in a cage, but know
That my soul is a bird
And no matter what you do, I will remain so

Forever, or ever more
It's not as easy to erase me so
In music'm so
That's where find my refuge
In the middle og guitar tabs
That the soul with cotton fingers
I know anything but play guitar
I can misunderstood
But who in not?
I will not be sorry
I want to be a musician