I strum it's string, and it sounded like angels.
I change the chords and flack the strings.
An instrument that triggers, a whole new thing.
I strum it's string, and it sounded like angels.
I start to get ready, and I sang the verse like I've never sang before.
And to every note I reach, I get closer.
To the chorus, where the part of the song that, I have been waiting for.
I strum it's string, and it sounded like angels.
This instrument is the guitar.
And, this is the poem of a music lover.
Corny haha
