Little girl with the inquisitive eyes
What is it that you see?
A girl sitting alone with a guitar,
Ripped grey jeans and a smile?
Your gaze is so intent
So focused on my fingers
As they dance along
The neck of my instrument.
Little girl with the curious face,
You are looking at me as though I am
Made of magic, a mythical creature.
And I look back at you,
Wondering
What you will become in the years
That are ahead of you,
Who you will be,
I wonder
If you will remember me?
This moment is but a drop in the bucket
Of your life, you have so much to
Experience and do.
Little girl with the shy smile,
I hope you grow into someone beautiful
Both inside and out,
And that you will not fall by the wayside
Of life like so many do.
But from the smile that wreathes your father's face
As he lifts you up to kiss your head,
I think you are in excellent hands
And for that
I am infinitely grateful.
Oh, Reila...you need to make
Oh, Reila...you need to make a song about that one.... realy really nice country song... I loved it.!!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Music...
I do have a guitar part for it, but I can't find a good way to record it. =/ One of these days I'll figure out a way to get the music parts on here somehow so they can be heard, but that day is not this day.
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But the words work so well on their own . . . no rush ~A~