Six Strings and Summer Skies

The paint was worn, the edges scarred

It never looked like much at all

But every scratch upon that wood

Held another hopeful song

We played beneath the streetlight glow

With borrowed dreams and open roads

No money, no applause to chase

Just melodies that felt like home

We thought the world was listening

Every chord could change our lives

Maybe we were young and foolish...

Maybe that's what made us fly

Six strings and summer skies

We sang louder than our fears

Every song became a promise

We would carry through the years

Though the stages changed with time

And the crowds all came and went

That old guitar still knows the dreams

We never learned to quit

Coffee cups and midnight trains

Writing songs against the rain

Every failure tuned our hearts

Like the strings before the start

Some friends followed different roads

Some dreams faded with the dawn

But every time I hold that guitar

The younger me keeps singing on

You can outgrow yesterday

But not the fire it gave

Some dreams never disappear

They simply learn to wait

Six strings and summer skies

Still echo through my soul

Every note reminds me

Who I wanted to become

Even if the lights go out

And the curtain softly falls

One old guitar is all it takes

To hear my heart again

It was never just an instrument

It carried every"what if"

Every late-night conversation

Every impossible belief

Six strings and summer skies

The years can't take away

Every scar upon that guitar

Still remembers yesterday

If I could live one day again

I'd choose those simple nights

With an old guitar...

And a heart full of tomorrow

One more chord...

One more dream...

Still ringing...