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 needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don’t know why nobody told you how to unfold your love
I don’t know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you
I look at the world and I notice it’s turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
Well…
I don’t know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I don’t know how you were inverted
No one alerted you
I look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Look at you all…
Still my guitar gently weeps…
I’ve been singing this song since I woke up this morning, I don’t know why. I can hear the beatles singing it in my head, or is it The Jeff Healey Band? I’m sure they made a version of it. It’s so weird, I haven’t heard this song for a long time and suddenly it pops in my head, and I can’t seem to get it out.
When I was in college, I tried to learn to play the guitar and I found someone who’s willing to teach me. But when my fingers started to get calloused, I stopped. I cannot have calloused fingers, I love my hands too much. Vanity got in the way, what a shame.
I’m planning to get someone to teach my daughter to play guitar, she wants to play the drums but I’d rather have her play guitar because it’s smaller and cheaper. My former officemate, Tina or Manang to a lot of people, suggested that I should make my son learn to play bass since there are only a handful of bassist in our country. Hmmm…a guitarist for a daughter and a bassist for a son, not bad.