Music Man

How many times can you put your heart
out for everyone to see
and still be standing proud, fearless
and free?

Have you counted on songs, and your lines
about why some love is wrong
Have you written them at all, not for others
but for you, to make you strong?

For in each song you sing, and each stroke of the pen
your spirit moves me, and pushes me
to feelings i thought are all gone

Have you ever been bothered having a crowd of strangers
To whom you offer your art, your songs, your soul
Or noticed the times those who listened can be innocent
of your anger?

Music man, let me listen
to your song, and maybe i might find
some truth in my own soul.