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 you all, see the love there that’s sleeping. While my guitar gently weeps.
In the early hours of the morning, the woman plays a concerto on her flute.
A young child waits for Santa to arrive with gifts for all.
She is trapped in a prison of her own creation. She could escape as she has the key yet she remains confined for reasons unknown even to her.
She is trapped in her solitude due to the winter storms that have made an escape both dangerous and impossible.
As the sun rises, she enjoys her first cup of coffee while setting everything else aside.