With just his fingers and strings
He'd strum songs so sweet
That every girl who heard
Would sway to each note.
His heart, his lyrics,
Every bit of his soul
Poured out in a song
For a girl he loves so.
Every girl except she
Would crowd around him
So he sung with all might
Wishing it would reach her.
He kept on singing,
And he kept on strumming
Till his fingers bled
And his voice turned hoarse
Hoping the girl would turn
To realize she's not alone.