Elizabeth WrobelWords From the Northwoods
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Imagination in Rhyme! |
Making It
She gassed up her car outside her one horse town,
The city limits of Nashville was where she was bound.
Looking back on what she was leaving behind,
Just so she could say good-bye one last time.
The only luggage she carried was her guitar,
And the dream that was deep in her heart.
She had to get along on nothing but her voice,
She wanted to make it, and that was her only choice.
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She played on street corners singing for a meal,
Though her real hunger was for a record deal.
Hoping desperately to be discovered,
The talent of her soul pleading to be uncovered.
She wanted to sing in bigger places with her name up in lights,
To record her own songs, to which she holds the copyrights.
Songs of heartaches, dreams, and making it this far,
Writing from her heart using her father's acoustic guitar.
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Late one night she found the time to call her folks at home,
Tears slid down her cheeks as her mom answered the phone.
Sending her love across a few thousand miles,
She had a secret that was sure to create smiles.
I sent you plane tickets for a big surprise,
Tears of joy filled her big sparkling eyes.
I promise you'll find out when you get here,
Not telling them the reality of her dream was near.
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Feeling the steel strings beneath her fingers,
She hears the fiddles, drums, and background singers.
The sounds of everyone who cheers,
Fills up the young girl's ears.
Opening her eyes she sees that her family came,
Seeing the lights illuminating her very own name.
Her dreams have just now come true,
Playing her Grand Ole Opry debut.
~©Elizabeth Wrobel~
The city limits of Nashville was where she was bound.
Looking back on what she was leaving behind,
Just so she could say good-bye one last time.
The only luggage she carried was her guitar,
And the dream that was deep in her heart.
She had to get along on nothing but her voice,
She wanted to make it, and that was her only choice.
888888888888
She played on street corners singing for a meal,
Though her real hunger was for a record deal.
Hoping desperately to be discovered,
The talent of her soul pleading to be uncovered.
She wanted to sing in bigger places with her name up in lights,
To record her own songs, to which she holds the copyrights.
Songs of heartaches, dreams, and making it this far,
Writing from her heart using her father's acoustic guitar.
888888888888
Late one night she found the time to call her folks at home,
Tears slid down her cheeks as her mom answered the phone.
Sending her love across a few thousand miles,
She had a secret that was sure to create smiles.
I sent you plane tickets for a big surprise,
Tears of joy filled her big sparkling eyes.
I promise you'll find out when you get here,
Not telling them the reality of her dream was near.
888888888888888
Feeling the steel strings beneath her fingers,
She hears the fiddles, drums, and background singers.
The sounds of everyone who cheers,
Fills up the young girl's ears.
Opening her eyes she sees that her family came,
Seeing the lights illuminating her very own name.
Her dreams have just now come true,
Playing her Grand Ole Opry debut.
~©Elizabeth Wrobel~
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