A Heart of Hands

From day to nine
I've been holding strong to these sticks
And strings that stay with me
Where today ends, today was musical

Right after I rise
We speak of philosophy
Oh how I hope I will follow through
When we all need to see deeper

To further places, and quieter times
Did I have to come to play for nothing?
I observe the quieter, the seemingly less alive
But I'm not one to say

Then back home to six strings
We're not secure
Your voice is shot
But we'll wait on You now