My Voice My Strings

This is my land
This is all I have
Fingers worn to the blood
Still I keep the path

I pick up the guitar
A couple lines I throw
Neighbors dissatisfied
Bang on the door below

And I write songs about you
Then you shout back loud
I hear it through the walls
But I won't bow down

My voice and my strings
This is my land
My voice and my strings
The only thing I have

My voice and my strings
I won't shut up
My voice and my strings
I won't get softer

On the batteries and in the door knock
That noise won't break my hands
I keep tracing every scar
Like a map across this land

Maybe one day the lines
In the drafts I keep
Will reach people when they're ready
When they finally need

But they don't need it now
And I don't care
I leave it on the page
Like a spark in air

My voice and my strings
This is my land
My voice and my strings
The only thing I have

My voice and my strings
I won't shut up
My voice and my strings
I won't get softer

If my fingers split again
I'll bleed into the wood
If the whole room turns away
I sing the way I should

I won't become quieter
I won't fold my name
I was born with these worn hands
And I wear that pain

My voice and my strings
This is my land
My voice and my strings
The only thing I have

My voice and my strings
I won't shut up
My voice and my strings
I won't get softer

My fingers
My voice and my strings
My land