Till they bleed my fingers shall play
And magic be spun from the strings
Music shall sweep all fear away
And around me the power shall spring

Tis music that is my heart's power
Tis music that raises my soul
Tis music that helps me to flower
Tis music that's making me whole

Power is summoned by the melody
And captured and held by the chord
Music to sing the day away
Through it my soul can be heard

Tis music that is my heart's power
Tis music that raises my soul
Tis music that helps me to flower
Tis music that's making me whole

The strings of my guitar shall give voice gladly
And do what my voice cannot do
For though I can sing, it is badly
And will not let my soul shine through

Tis music that is my heart's power
Tis music that raises my soul
Tis music that helps me to flower
Tis music that's making me whole

Hard earned are my calloused fingers
That pain as I work on the strings
And though from other lives the will to play lingers
The skill only practice shall bring

Tis music that is my heart's power
Tis music that raises my soul
Tis music that helps me to flower
Tis music that's making me whole

Jarring is the chord as I strike it
The note vibrates beyond will
The song doesn't go as I like it
I've yet to develop my skill

Tis music that is my heart's power
Tis music that raises my soul
Tis music that helps me to flower
Tis music that's making me whole

Time shall make all things better
Through time do all things mature
My music shall no longer be fettered
The melody and rhythm be pure

Tis music that is my heart's power
Tis music that raises my soul
Tis music that helps me to flower
Tis music that's making me whole