While my guitar gently weeps

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it need sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps

I don't know why nobody told you
how to unfold you love
I don't know how someone controlled you
they bought and sold you

Fascinated myself with the drops of rain & their ripple effect on my patio stones. Looking out my 2nd story bedroom window.

:)