Outlaw…
I will figure out how,
Yankees invaded The South.
With my Long Island, New York,
Songwriter’s big mouth.
I’ve been here so long,
Written so many songs.
For whatever reason,
For better or worse,
The City of Nashville,
Is stuck with me now.
Kind of like, hanging ‘round,
The Lost and Found.
Making a statement,
Without making a sound.
Then every two weeks,
I get to come back around.
Bound and Determined,
To stand my ground…
Does what I’m trying to do,
Truly make me an Outlaw?
And, remind me once again,
What I’m doing this for?
I like being the guy,
Holding open the door,
For the people who need somebody,
To Even the Score.
I’m more than fully capable,
To do that and more…
A Warrior, who’ll not be silenced,
And will not be ignored.
Hallelujah… Praise the Lord…
I guess that makes me an Outlaw…
Forcing myself into,
Other people’s Live’s,
Like everything else in life,
Comes with a price.
That unfortunately,
More often than not,
I usually cannot afford.
But I never forget,
Or waste time on regret,
With so very much, just up ahead,
Still yet to be explored.
I’m part of music’s universe,
Because I write the words.
That hopefully one day, someday,
Eventually will be heard.
I bear my fair share of Battle Scars,
And I’m still a long ways away,
From being a star.
But at least I can say,
That I did my part,
With this every other week, opportunity,
For me to share my heart…
Songsmith…
No one can tell me,
What I’m doing is wrong.
“Pieces of Poetry”
To me is simply,
Just another Un-Sung Song.
I just need a talented friend,
Who’s a Musician,
And the gang he considers,
His back-up band.
To figure out,
That songwriting is all about,
Helping your,
Fellow man understand.
Some things in life,
Don’t go quite as planned, but…
Music’s like a message sent,
To lend you a hand.
When you’ve got to get up,
And go do it again.
Music can be more than a friend.
A right on time reminder,
You were destined to find,
Right when it’s supposed to happen…
I adhere to,
One simple,
Clear Principle.
“Put Others Before Oneself.”
I can’t see what I’m doing,
Continuing,
Being done,
By someone else.
I got two Traffic Tickets attending,
The New Paper Release Meeting.
How much does it cost me?
To keep on speaking?
This two new songs released,
Every other week thing,
You ’de think,
Has got to be worth something?
Pieces of Poetry is a Journey,
Some see as,
Time Well Spent.
Like getting a letter from a,
Long Lost Friend,
It’s good to hear from,
Now and Then.
Such is the Power of Paper and Pen,
And so many years of experience.
Thank You for Understanding,
And Thank You for being a Friend.
Sincerely Yours,
Christopher Scott Fieselman.