Guitar Strings

They vibrate so loud in our hands worries so far away.
We live in today.
We fly without knowing where we'll land.
Pick in hand, together we stand.
We strum and pluck, the music of luck and love.
Music soft as sand or hard as rock.
Like birds we spread our wings and fly.
All the girls and guys shall dance and sing
To our beautiful sounding guitar strings.
It's who we are. We're rising stars
So let the music into your hearts.

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