Six-Stringed Miracle
Never will I forget that sight-
the strings glistening in the light;
mahogany shining at the base.
I know pure joy beamed on my face.
Beautiful guitar,new-found friend;
to a lonely girl you're a god-send.
Oh, the magic I 'll make with you!
We'll be quite famous before we're through!
I picked it up and gave it a strum-
with emotion I was overcome.
A thousand songs played in my ear
as I held the instrument very near.
This would be my saving grace-
learning to play would give me a place
to paint my feelings into song.
And I would practice all day long.
Now I've had my Martin for forty years.
It helped me overcome my fears;
showed me how to sing of my heart.
It's been a miracle from the start!
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