Today I played my beloved guitar;
And sang old love songs with joy.
The music filled me with such warmth;
Though, sometimes I did cry.
So many have heartaches, poor things;
It happens the world over.
But some can't play they're hurt away;
On an instrument made with strings.
The many types of love we have;
And the different feelings with it;
Belong to the world, not just me alone;
So, listen to me for a minute.
If you were here, with heart torn apart;
You would learn a lesson true .
Music takes weight from the heavy heart;
And I would play some for you!
Copyright ©2004 Donni-Jay De-Ville
All rights reserved and may not be
reproduced in any way without permission from the author
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