Pat Wictor singer songwriter slide guitar Brother Sun riskydisc blues-based roots Americana fingerstyle
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Pat Wictor

Still Point

Scars on my hand and my feet
Scars on my heart no one's seen
Fought for hearth and home since I was young and lean
But these hands of mine may never be clean

And I'll lay down my sword and be a
 soldier no more

I'm taking off these boots caked with dust
Taking off my armor--let it rust
After everything I've seen
Gonna rest a while beside the coolest stream

And I'll lay down my sword and be a
 soldier no more

Maybe there is still a chance that I can be redeemed
Maybe I can still become the man I set out to be
I'm still trying to find my still point in this turning world

When I make it home, keep your banners furled
Save your celebrations, you won't need your pearls
Will you still remember who I used to be
All I want is a quiet life of peace

And I'll lay down my sword and be a
 soldier no more

Maybe there is still a chance that I can be redeemed
Maybe I can still become the man I set out to be
I'm still trying to find my still point in this turning world

Credits:

PW:  vocal, lap slide guitar

by Pat Wictor (Tell A Tale Music/BMI)