“As He Plays His Guitar, He Quietly Dreams . . .”

He looks upon his chores, seeing the mess sends him reeling
As he plays his guitar he quietly dreams
He looks upon his life and see the friends’ he’s been keeping
Still he plays his guitar and quietly dreams
He doesn’t know why nobody told him
How to face his truths’ and his life
He doesn’t see that he matters
That the few in his life truly care
He looks upon his world and see the walls suddenly closing
As he plays his guitar he gently dreams
At every turn in his life he seems to have fallen
Still he plays his guitar and gently dreams
Well . . .
He doesn’t realize that he does matter
It’s the absolute truth
He doesn’t realize that has lots to offer
It’s yet another simple truth
He’s a good man and deserves a bit of cheering
As he plays his guitar he quietly dreams
He hopes that in his life he finds true love so he keeps dreaming
As he plays his guitar he quietly screams
He looks upon us all and sees the clock on the wall moving
Still he plays his guitar and he dreams
Oh how we want to cheer him
In order to make him see
Yeah . . .
Oh how we want to cure him
In order to make him hear
Yeah . . .
He looks upon his walls then suddenly gazes at his ceiling
As he plays his guitar he quietly screams
He has taken things to keep the pain masking his feelings
Still he plays his guitar and quietly screams
Oh how we want to cheer him
In order to make him see
Yeah . . .
Oh how we want to cure him
In order to make him hear
Yeah . . .
So he spoke of his life and all that is truly missing
While he plays his guitar he quietly screams
He has his issues but still he finds a way to be giving
Still he plays his guitar and quietly screams . . .