Going Guitar Shopping

I'm gonna buy a guitar for every man in prison
They are gonna sing away the stars
We're gonna strum those strings
Creating atmosphere from who they are

And anything they don't remember
Does not belong to them any more
They are now the players
And the memories they soar

The audiens clap their hands
For the men in prison they adore
They have responsibility
They are strong men, they are lore

Their hearts are aching
And they all are bigger than ours'
They are earthquaking
And them all spring like flowers

The woman who hugged the one who killed her son
She has done what every person should do
She created a deep love of charity
And that exceed any "me or you"



Credits
Writer(s): Hans Valter Olof Ek
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