I can still sing

Despite it all

Songs of rage

Sorrow, pain, pride 

Joy, praise, gratitude

Defiance

Grace

My red guitar’s voice

Is still strong

Cannot be quieted

It is impossible to silence

Cuts through the lies

As it always has

Three chords and the truth

All I had 

All I ever needed

Taking the ball down the court

Putting on my goaltender’s mask

Standing alone in left field

Living up to my shield

Carrying the cross of my calling

I can still sing

Because of the skilled hand

Of the Master of Songs

He holds the pen

He calls the tune

His songs endure forever