I just finished penning this one and am looking for some feedback. It's a little rough but don't be afraid to let me know what you think!

Blue Guitar
copyright Chris Kent 2003

V.1.
When I was just a young one
A boy no less then twelve
My daddy took his guitar
From its place upon the shelf
He let me hold it in my arms
Pluck each silver string
Then he took it back it again
And with a hush began to sing,

Chorus:
He said, "This guitar is special,
It's a gift from high above,
For when I play a melody
It's like a chorus of speaking doves.
It's my blue guitar, my baby,
The singer of old songs
And when it plays a melody
The songs go on and on"

V.2.
I looked at him with saucers,
The eyes that showed my youth,
And everything I heard that night
Was like the sigh of spoken truth
He held my heart in silence
Had my soul filled up with awe
And when he sang those words again
My tears were all I saw

Chorus

V.3.
Well my daddy died in April
On a calm and somber day
With roses at his head and feet
In a lily field he lay
Well, late that night I ventured
To the house he called our home
And I took that blue from off the wall
So I could play his favorite song

Chorus

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