Call me crazy
I've got a friend
Doesn't have any of the five senses
Can't walk, can't breathe
It's not a male or female
I've got a friend
It's name is Violin
It's got music stored inside its soul
I'm the one who brings it out
Without me, it'd be nothing
A hard, wooden piece of junk
I give it life
I bring out the beautiful noise that's hidden
I give it life
This is my friend, it brings out my talent
The talent of mine that's hidden
It brings it out
I'm so lucky
Thanks to God for bringing us together
I'm so blessed to have a friend like my Violin
What would I do without it?
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