sorrowful guitar
sorrowful guitar, you sit on my bed
having read my heart, you know it’s time
as a song awaits your seasoned wood and old strings
to resound in spectacular yet ordinary fashion
revisiting the libraries of time
searching for the perfect rhyme
sounding off a wonderful tune
of which effects you are immune
sorrowful guitar, you lie in my arms
as if crying with me as i strum
your resonnance inspires yet another song
your melancholy playing with my heart
blessed with a gift from you, i write on
not knowing if the new song would be forgotten
sorrowful guitar, my evil angel
help relieve me of my misery, as i strum you and hum once more.
