I think I know a lonely man, his music seems to cry.
His notes ride winds on Eagles wings, and therefore he can fly.
Each life needs some distraction, each spirit yearns inner peace.
Don't waste a precious moment now, don't want until you cease.
Take from me a lesson learned, of how short a life can be.
And cherish all the simple things, that most will never see.
Live your day as if the last, will fall with the setting sun.
And find someone to share these things, the lyrics not yet sung.
Take the time to relax awhile, alone on a mountain stream.
Or retrace your steps and hope the chance, to relive your every dream.
For with my poems I release the valve, that chokes inside my chest.
I know my place in harmony, to Hell with all the rest.
Strike a note you've missed before,reach out for some lost key.
And let your feelings be your chord,
It's always worked for me.