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I still play my guitar….
I once was in their shoes
I was behind the iron all of my days
I sat alone scared and helpless
I ate the nasty food that thy gave me
It was the only way to survive
I still play my guitar….
I thought of escape
I thought I could bail
I thought I could end this life of despair
And be free of the prison
I have the wind in my hair
I thought of this alone in my cell

I still play my guitar….
I play my guitar awaiting my break
I sing words that make your heart break
I play tunes that make your smile full moon
I hope someone will hear
That my song would catch their ear
I want to meet these people
I’m sure we would gater under the same steeple
I still play my guitar….
I think though
I have found my people
I have found those on the outside that
I connect with on the inside
I have people that arent even people
I have a pet store for our steeple

I still play my guitar….
I have found my steeple
I have found my people
I have Friends that sliter, fly, and run
I have friends that just want to have fun
I connect with them
I was there
I give them the night
The night is theirs

I still play my guitar
I hope you listen
I see the sun starting to glisten
I hear them coming back to the sound of my tune
I am back in the cell that afternoon
I am Otis.