Old Guitar, New Wounds

The strings snapped one by one, Like a storm had rolled inside I held that old guitar, Felt the weight of love that died Wood's worn thin, memories deep, Every crack's a scar I keep Old guitar, new wounds to mend, It won’t sound the same again Love broke down, but hearts rebound, Strings can be replaced, love rewound It’ll play on, though it aches, Different songs, but what it takes The pickguard’s scratched from restless nights, Where I played to drown the pain Your voice still hums through hollow wood, In a haunting, sweet refrain Fixing strings, patching hearts, New beginnings torn from parts It won’t be perfect, no, But broken things can still grow Old guitar, new wounds to mend, It won’t sound the same again Love broke down, but hearts rebound, Strings can be replaced, love rewound It’ll play on, though it aches, Different songs, but what it takes Every note it plays is a little bent, Like a heart that’s lost and spent But there’s beauty in the change, In finding strength through the strange