Well there once lived a boy
Who used to build his art on a toy
But the boy had a dream
To find a way to get his work seen
The tale of Miguel
Miguel
He has a life ahead
That'd be stained in red
The kinda story you'd tell kids before bed
Miguel
Miguel
So he got older and wanted to be
Something more than a fantasy
He would create monsters as if summoned from Hell
He also discovered he could play really well
The tale of Miguel
Miguel
He's got plenty of dreams
Can only pick one it seems
His stories will live in his requiems
Miguel
Miguel
So he traveled around finding what could be
Truly his own destiny
Well he wanted to build, but he wanted to play
How can he go down two separate ways
So he wondered around, a guitar on his back
It was the only thing he could keep on track
How can he move when he's stuck at the start
Would always fall for the girls who'd break his heart
He traveled around knowing he's to blame
He was the lion he must tame
Well he saw someone looking real depressed
He'd play his music relieving their stress
The people would listen as he'd sing and play
He truly had the message to make them stay
They would tell him to show his music to the world
But he'd rather not get his hair more curled
He had finally took the steps beyond the start
He had to play his music, and he speak from the heart
So he travels on, would rather leave with no fame
Just keep listening, and remember my name