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Ten Thousand Hours
How close am I?
To my ten thousand hours
Of blood sweat and tears.
Its more like a center y
I full heartily wasted a decade for dedication
where is my shine?
where is the door I dreamed of opening
instead of writing songs with a digicam
Playing my songs upon a stage
in front of thousand
equivalent to my ten thousand hours
The scars from my fingers
and the sweat from my head
wont let my dream be dead
I chase the art not the money
My language is music
I spoke it my whole life.
I better make use of it.
when will my tunnel turn bright
and allow me to crawl out up on stage
Thew pressure is building
I am getting older
its all I wish of doing
call me a gambler
call me crazy
but music made me
Its beyond a passion
it pumps through me
like a kick drum
and exits with every breath I take
every though I think
its my language
music gave me the will to speak
when will I be heard
its absurd I am sick of writing songs for my ears only
Its only time until I can get a world to feel me
I am a creator a god of sound
and upon my ten thousand hours
of constructing my vision
I will lift not just me but you up
with my provisions and revisions of my revisited thoughts
and take you with me on a world I will embark
travel the lands with my music to show
and take you with me upon my journey
a career of living off my thoughts and words
that I converted to emotion
that will emote people body's to trance.
In the meantime baby lets dance.
