Rachel’s Guitar

Rachel's guitar was out of its case
On the pulpit where cards & flowers were placed
Weak and exhausted, propped on a stand
Homesick and lonely for Rachel’s hands

Rachel's guitar looked around for its friend
And for the songs they'll never play again
It ached for the way she would make it ring
That was maybe the most heartbreaking thing

Rachel’s guitar looked totally lost
Beyond a line that nobody crossed
It's voice was mute, it had gone numb
Since the last time Rachel was able to strum

Rachel's guitar went back in its case
To be laid to rest and to take up space
After the friends and family left
It was taken back home, where gently it wept

A sweet old guitar will have many lives
Now this one sleeps ‘til the next one arrives
When somebody takes it out of its case
And they can't put it down for the rest of their days