Chord A
You strummed the strings to test
and showed where to put the fingers
You created the chords
and they became food to my ears
Chord E
My turn to hug the guitar
I placed my fingers and strummed
But I couldn’t make the tune
So you grasped my hands
and helped me press the strings
We strummed together
Chord F#m
I gave up
I would never be gifted –
like you
Looking at my fingers,
didn’t you just pity them?
It’s my dream
to befriend the instrument
But it seemed I wasn’t liked
Chord D
You lifted my chin up
and said, “Be patient.”
The smile you showed fueled
my crying and hopeless fingers
I began to strum again
We began to strum again
Love perfected the song.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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One does not have to be 'gifted,' it comes sometimes from dilligence and persistence. Those are two things you have.
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