Broken Strings

October 4, 2013

Our hearts are guitars

The strings are constantly plucked

Always being played

The music starts off soft

And builds up to the bridge

Then the chorus follows

And the cycle begins again.

Our hearts are guitars

All the strings eventually break

Always at the wrong time

It causes a lot of trouble

And they are costly to replace

But it is not impossible

And it is always worth the wait.

Our hearts are guitars

Sometimes played out of tune

But practice can make perfect

And once in a lifetime

Someone comes along

Who can play a simple tune

But turn it into a beautiful song

And you know that in their hands

Your strings will never break

But strings all get weary

No matter how gently they are played.

Our hearts are guitars

Waiting to be played

Learning a new song with each new hand

Our strings will grow tired and weak

But we will always long to be played

We will long for that music

Because we know...

Broken strings can be replaced.

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