Writing a song or even having the talent for it is an unexpected rarity not usually discovered. But hidden by those with a passionate soul. We stow away with our battered guitars and hide what can come from it. A melody soars through our hearts and takes our feelings along with it. Gifts come in all shapes an sizes but only some can find it and run with it. Today I am thankful for my talented Pard, without her I couldn't write one lyric nor write one chord without her inspiration. Some nights were tired an worn out and yet that seems to be the time all music comes riding in. Strange how inspiration works. And its then we have to write down even that small line of a lyric and it rides from there. So here's to song number 8 and my best pard.
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