Last night I bought a violin
I believe I can play it
My grandpa was a fiddler
I want to fiddle
I want to move the masses
I picture myself on a stage
Blinding lights all around
I can't see the people
I know they are there
My eyes close as I sing sweet songs
My bow the staff of mosses
splitting the masses
into people who cry
and those who hold it in
Never stood at a crossroads begging
But I am the best
...Sincerely a magical thing