Guitar String

A string has snapped upon my old guitar. It feels like something broke inside my chest. My lucky star has left a Scar. I'm left alone again like all the Rest. I'll change the string and put another on. Its voice will be much brighter than the old. A cheer for song and bold and strong Will make the heavy-laden collie fold. We both were aging, my guitar and I. When I was mute, it was the one to Weep. It stood me by beneath all sky, A promise it was always meant to keep. It played the music for my lonely soul. From sorrow's grip, it always set me free. It played its role, made broken whole, And raised the better part of me in me. A string has snapped and cut my finger deep. It seems it doesn't like to be betrayed. The wound will keep its grudges deep, Just like a jealous girl whose trust was strayed. I'll let it gather dust upon the wall. My anger cannot last for very long. I heed the call, forgive it all, And take it back where it belongs. We both were aging, my guitar and I. When I was mute, it was the one to Weep. It stood me by beneath all sky, A promise it was always meant to keep. It played the music for my lonely soul. From sorrow's grip, it always set me free. It played its role, made broken whole, And raised the better part of me in me. A string has snapped upon my old guitar. It seems it doesn't like this song I write. We once went far, a shining star, Composing hits that filled the neon night. Now, don't be sad, my dear, and don't be Cross. I know your nerves are wearing thin, It's true. I feel the loss. Please bear the cost and let me play this Last song out for you. We both were aging, my guitar and I. When I was mute, it was the one to Weep. It stood me by beneath all sky, A promise it was always meant to keep. It played the music for my lonely soul. From sorrow's grip, it always set me free. It played its role, made broken whole, And raised the better part of me in me. We both were aging, my guitar and I. When I was mute, it was the one to Weep. It stood me by beneath all sky, A promise it was always meant to keep. It played the music for my lonely soul. From sorrow's grip, it always set me free. It played its role, made broken whole, And raised the better part of me in me.