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Singin' to the Shadows

As the evening winds its way    
into one more lonely night,    
I pick up my guitar    
and strum a chord or two    
Then listen as the stars reveal  
the words I'm looking for  
But even as I write them down,    
I know.......  (that I'm)    
 
Singing to the shadows on the wall    
Playing for the faces in my memories    
For all the folks I've known throughout the years    
And all the folks I still have yet to meet    
I'm singing to the crowds I'll never see    
   
The years have come & gone    
Yet the sadness lingers on    
I've never found the man    
I want to be    
As my journey nears its end    
I still walk this road alone    
Tomorrow's just another yesterday    
   (& so I'm ...)  
 
Singing to the shadows on the wall    
Playing for the faces in my memories    
For all the folks I've known throughout the years    
And all the folks I still have yet to meet    
I'm singing to the crowds I'll never see    
   
The audience is lost inside of me
Written by Tallquietguy
Published | Edited 6th Aug 2024
Author's Note
For those who are hobbyist musicians, do you ever wonder why you still bother to pick up your guitar or sit down at your piano (banjo, ukelele, etc.) when you know it's never going to go anywhere? When you know your talent is mediocre, but you still sometimes like to pretend otherwise? Why even bother?
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