The first time that I picked up the guitar
It produced a brash discordant strummmmm.
That struck desire in my deepest heart
To create a more harmonious one
I worked and practiced day by day by day
My fingers sore and injured from the string
But worth it as I finally found the way
To accompany myself when I would sing
The undertaking huge when I began
Became a quest that carried me along
And buoyed my spirit somewhat like the plan
That lifts our souls when singing sacred song.
Mmmm love it.
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