I Sit With My Guitar

I sit with my guitar, strum away my discontent. The sound of music playing is the soundtrack of my weeping I sit with my guitar, hold it gently like a lover. Shut my eyes and feel through me the rhythm of it's singing. I sit with my guitar it never wants a thing from me. Just to keep it close and be grateful for its company I sit with my guitar when my heart is wanting you. I think of pretty ballads that I could belt out to you I sit with my guitar I don't call its name, but yours. It won't say a word, bless it Won't berate me for my wrongs I sit with my guitar think it must be jealous cos when I have it in my arms all I think about is you.