There's a heaven on earth that so few ever find, though the map's in your soul and the road's in your mind

My grandfather gave me my first guitar, an old acoustic with palm trees and dancing girls painted on it

I wish I was a little more gregarious and outgoing

There's a heaven on earth that so few ever find, though the map's in your soul and the road's in your mind

Waiting for wisdom to open the cage, we forged in the fires of the innocent age.

I love the subtlety and tonal range of the acoustic guitar.

Love when you can, cry when you have to, be who you must, that's a part of the plan. Await your arrival with simple survival, and one day we'll all understand.