~Sometimes miracles come in packages, sent from music.~
Annabell comes home in tears
Saying people were teasing her about her size
Calling her a cry baby every time she cries
Her mama and papa tell her
There's something special about every package
She still can't find the light in herself
Can't find her way out of the darkness
Finally, tired of the same games
She picks up a guitar and starts to play
Now she's about to graduate
Feeling more overwhelmed than ever
Like her world is falling apart bit by bit
Her mama and papa tell her
There's something special about every package
She runs home broken in pieces
Her parents finally ask: "Annabell what's going on with you?"
Suddenly, she breaks, falling to pieces, spilling every secret
Her mama and papa tell her
There's something special about every package
Though she doesn't listen
And runs into her room
Finding her closet
She pulls out her ole guitar from when she was young
And starts to play
And this is the story of how Annabell became Annabell today...
And as the years went by
Annabell took that guitar every where
Like it was her baby girl
And as Annabell grew up more
She taught her own daughter how to play guitar
But of course as time grew on, Annabell grew old
And eventually it was her time to go
As God called her to heaven
Lemme tell ya she brought that guitar with her
So, if one day you look up towards the sky
And hear the sound of a guitar and a choir of angels singing
You'll know that's Annabell playing for God
Hoping one day that this world will see
The only miracle it needs in life
Is a gift of a guitar
Shine Always, JJ
@ShinealwaysJJ
