She's never been more surly broken, the certainty of the words you've spoken, and the lack, the pieces that she can't put back.
Her heart will never beat the same, cracks grew like veins, dying whispering your name.

I'd never tell you
But I can play guitar
The rhythm it makes
Harmonizes with the beat
Of my pounding heart
Whenever I witness
Divine goodness
I wanna sing
Sing louder the lyrics
Of unending grace
Favored upon me
Along this unending race
Every strum and every pluck
I know this is not luck
I am blessed
Even my fingertips aches
Though it brings me wounds
I will not care
For this melody,
Is the proof of symphony
That there is gain
After the pain
And for that I will play again
With all the love
My guitar strings