Where It Belongs

The music is in me, it has to come out.

It is who I am, it is what I am about.

It comes out of my fingers, I write a song.

I let it out into the world, where it belongs.

Music has been in me since i was a sprout,

But I had no idea how to get it out.

I knew if it stayed in me I would burst.

But I had to learn to channel it first.

I learned guitar and played popular covers,

But it didn’t satisfy to play music from others.

I had so many words and catchy rhymes,

Running mazes and circles in my mind.

The music is in me, it has to come out.

It is who I am, it is what I am about.

It comes out of my fingers, I write a song.

I let it out into the world, where it belongs.

The time came I couldn’t hold it any longer,

I wrote of things that made me wonder.

Of things that have and not yet happened.

The more I wrote, the more my mind opened.

I wanted to share my songs with the world,

So I recorded them so they could be heard.

I post them on all the social media outlets,

When people click like, that’s as good as it gets.

The music is in me, it has to come out.

It is who I am, it is what I am about.

It comes out of my fingers, I write a song.

I let it out into the world, where it belongs.

My life is music, it will always be.

I wish all the world loved music as much as me.

The music is in me, it has to come out.

It is who I am, it is what I am about.

It comes out of my fingers, I write a song.

I let it out into the world, where it belongs.

It comes out of my fingers, I write a song.

I let it out into the world , where it belongs.