Here she comes through the door
Her heart is dragging behind her again
It waits to be held
To strum all of her demons away
She will play and won't let go
As the music flows through her veins
Here's where the laughter comes
Or the tears may fall
No telling what they'll find
But when they live the sounds
The guitar is hers and they are mine
And in that space she knows what's real
And can leave it all behind
And when they blend as one
No past or future to unwind
The one who came through the door
Has picked her heart up once again
They hear the music
Long after the last note has played
A sound to hold onto to
Will get them through the darkest day
Here's where the laughter comes
Or the tears may fall
No telling what they'll find
But when they live the sounds
The guitar is hers and they are mine
And in that space she knows what's real
And can leave it all behind
And when they blend as one
No past or future to unwind
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