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It's propped against the wall, anxiously awaiting to be played sometimes it takes week but often just a day When she takes it in her hands and begins to tune it up it wakes up from its sleep feeling the comfort of her touch As she starts to strum along the flowing melody is found her voice begins to rise my heart smiles at the sound Eavesdropping just to hear her because she doesn't understand how I'm overwhelmed with joy and that I'm her biggest fan It's not the way she plays or how beautiful she sings it's the humbleness she shows and the serenity it brings To have that kind of passion without needing to be praised my daughter's gift sent from above gratefully received in many ways
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 9:16 AM UTC
Humbleness
It's propped against the wall, anxiously awaiting to be played sometimes it takes week but often just a day When she takes it in her hands and begins to tune it up it wakes up from its sleep feeling the comfort of her touch As she starts to strum along the flowing melody is found her voice begins to rise my heart smiles at the sound Eavesdropping just to hear her because she doesn't understand how I'm overwhelmed with joy and that I'm her biggest fan It's not the way she plays or how beautiful she sings it's the humbleness she shows and the serenity it brings To have that kind of passion without needing to be praised my daughter's gift sent from above gratefully received in many ways
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 9:16 AM UTC
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