A musician living paycheck to paycheck finds solace in faith, coffee, and park walks. One sleepless night during a storm, after prayer and an old piano's echo, a poem becomes a chord and then a song.
music, going after my dreams. Didn't have much money, living day to day. Enough for food and rent, an occasional matinee. I get up in the morning, taking an early afternoon nap. Train, going to the city and make my daily wage. Then I take a walk in the park, yeah, if the weather was warm. I'll get some coffee and write till a song was born. meet new people, hear about their lives. I've never been too religious, but I have a lot of faith. Using my music to help me find my place. One night I was thinking, my thoughts traveled deep. Drinking so much coffee, I couldn't fall asleep. As I lie in bed that night, well, I began to pray. Anybody who's out there, help me find my way. It was a stormy night. I was sitting alone in my room. An old piano singing out a tune. Had a poem I wrote, started to play a chord. Sat there all night long until a song was born.
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