My guitar
Has been my friend through thick and thin
Always helping me win
And always making me grin
With freedom all the time

It always play good music
*Sounding as talented as Hilary Duff
Play it too much and you may lose it
It always has to rebuff
With freedom all the time

It's way more than a privilage
It plays hard
*Hearing it far as a yard
It plays soft
You hear it only in your loft
With freedom all the time

It fills me with joy
It's much, much more than a toy
It keeps me from crying
When it's almost like I'm dying
With freedom all the time

My guitar
It's special, not even worth a dime
And to it my thanks go
With happiness, it makes me glow
With freedom all the time

It keeps me from heartbreak
So my heart don't ache
*Yeahh! *It's a great friend
And sets many trends
With freedom all the time

I tell you my guitar is more special than a jerboam
So I named it Isabella
*And it's as pretty as the color lilla
With freedom all the time

My guitar always fills me with happiness
*My guitar is brown with the memories of past summers
That always filled me with joyfulness
These memories never make me glum
With freedom all the time

My guitar has seen the secrets
No one else will never see
But no matter what it knows
It will never turn away from me
With freedom all the time

Sharing melody from my new damaged guitar
The different songs I shyly offer
I have a brown guitar
I play things as they are
My guitar
Always and fovever allowing freedom

Isabella Swan

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