as my guitar gently weeps

as my guitar gently weeps
I touch it gently with the tips
of my fingers, let the tunes
escape the body.

as my guitar gently weeps
a tear crosses my cheek
as I put my guitar away
my heart grows weak

there will be a day that
I won't be here anymore
not close to my friends
and the people i adore

don't be sad at that point
I'm at a better place then
I can't say how I would do it
I also can't say when.