Sitting on the ground playing out my story

Only a few came to listen to me

One caught my eye and stopped my breath

My fingers stumbled for the first time over the frets

Unsure of what to play I strummed a few chords

I began to sit up straight and felt taller instead of short

As my song progressed the emotion began shift just a little bit

Her face lit up and she began to smile and I knew this was it

For so long my broken stings have played just for me

But now today they began to play for the girl so lovely

Instead of beating out a dark and sorrowful story

My stings now sing out joyously

I sang of the beautiful blue eyed girl

That saved a lost boy from the ravenous world

As the song continued on she began to look at me

She was listening and she heard the story that I played

She gave me a smile that took my pain away

My broken stings had been mended that day

Now all that I play can’t compare

To the charm and sublime beauty I see over there

That girl threw me for a loop and gave me new dreams

And now I play our story on these simple strings

This is really good. I think if you wrote this for a certain person they are lucky to have you write about them so beautifuly. Send this one to me also.