Me and My Old Guitar

I’m just a poor kid with an old guitar
Always playing for the wind and sky
Dreaming to perform among the stars.

I’m just a poor kid with a burning passion
I write my songs and ignore my poverty
I have my music but I have no property.

I’m just a poor kid with rhyme and rhythm
I give this life a novel version
I record my music in my heart and memory.

I’m just a poor kid with an old guitar
Starting to play in bars and music houses
Dreaming to perform for more audiences.

I’m just a poor kid with a burning passion
Playing feverishly, chasing my destiny
A soldier of fortune in the music industry.

I’m just a poor kid with rhyme and rhythm
A new discovery of a famous agency
I start to play and rock the city.

I’m just a poor kid with an old guitar
But I’ve been everywhere, I’ve gone so far
Chasing my dream to be a star.

I’m no longer a poor kid with an old guitar
I’ve bought a new one, I even got a car
This soldier of fortune has won the war.

I’m a far-famed kid but I’ve kept my old guitar
Secretly playing for the wind and sky
A star performing for the brighter stars.