Little Guitar Pick

Hello there little guitar pick
Not once have you left my neck
Since the day that metal chain impaled you
Its many silver hands keeping you close to my heart

Do you remember little pick
The time your brother broke one of my strings?
I wondered how you must have felt
Knowing one of your kin had caused me pain

But I still love you
For that instance is overshadowed
By countless hours of beautiful music
Springing from my fingers with the help of one of your kind

Countless memories you have supplied me with
Soaking up good times like water unto a sponge
Every time my fingers glance your smooth surface
A smile lights my face and laughter breaks the silence
As I'm reminded of a burning passion
Fueling my desire
To play the strings of the heart