He is not alone....
Our hopes, our dreams get discarded along the way for what ever reason.... lack of money.... lack of time... lack of support...
This is dedicated to one of my love's dreams.
You see, we got it back for him.
Welcome to our life:
Fine strands of metal sing a mournful blues note
Her shoulders carry the weight of the world,
strong, yet sensual to the touch
Bound by the strength of a master builder
Melodies carried high and low
His romance of the strings begins anew
She awaits his next caress
