My Violin

I had a grandpa that fought in World War 2

I had uncles who fought in Vietnam

And in Korea

I’ve known many

Who fought in Iraq

And Afghanistan

Is it any wonder

My problems seem so small some days

I failed out of college

Just couldn’t hack it

Not back then

But some days I feel like

I’ll blow up

Into smithereens

If I don’t play my violin

If I don’t sing my sad songs

Which seem so small

But for me

They are full of the deepest

Highs and lows

So, I’ll continue to play

My violin

Screaming into an endless void

Hoping against hope

My voice and my song

Reaches those lost

In their own darkness

Hoping to help them find

Their own way out

For everyone’s song is different

Every path takes its own course

Though we all end in the same destinations

We all take different paths along the highway

Or along the narrow road

Inspired by AJR’s World’s smallest violin

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