I walk into the door to the back stage area dressed in black from head to toe with my guitar case on my back. It's been a rough couple of weeks between losing my first title opportunity to Blyss, the falling out with Lani, and then the girl Jade coming and going like the wind. Things are so strange right now. I take my guitar case off my back, take the guitar out, and sit in a chair. I tune the guitar a little before playing a haunting song in a hollow voice.
I can hear what you're thinking,
All your doubts and fears,
And if you look in my eyes, in time you'll find,
The reason I'm here.
And in time all things shall pass away,
In time, you may come back someday.
To live once more, or die once more,
But in time, your time will be no more.
You know your days are numbered,
Count them one by one,
Like notches in the handle of an outlaw's gun.
You can outrun the devil, if you try,
But you'll never outrun the hands of time.
In time there surely, come a day
In time all things shall pass away,
In time you may come back some say.
To live once more, or die once more,
But in time, your time will be no more.
(I play the guitar solo of the song)
I can hear what you're thinking.
TBC Frank