• A single lonely guitar
    In the corner of a room
    Long since forgotten
    Cast into the shadows.

    People pass by each day
    Barely giving a second glance
    Strings unstrummed
    Dust piled upon the intsrument.

    A girl notices the guitar
    She smiles sweetly
    She strums the strings slowly
    A new friend is found.

    Both guitar and girl are happy
    She strums a happy tune
    Dust falling from the guitar
    Girl and guitar are anew.