There came a time in my life
When I had a choice
Would I stay small and quiet?
Or would I gain a voice

This would take work
And much of my time
But then I would have it
The skill would be mine

Instead of just hearing the music
I would learn to make my own
How long it would take and good it would be
Will be my choice and mine alone

This has become
My one and only love
Playing guitar
If a gift from above.

By: Mike Woodland