When the strings strum..
When the strings strum..
Relinquished and betrayed, he hid with his tears trickling down,
Smiling, through the worst situations without a frown,
Enveloped with sentiments, he played the softest tune of his shattered heart,
As the strings met each other devinely, he thought of the fake love which broke him apart.
His eyes bleeding with grief longing for affection,
His fingers diffusing love through his music with absolute perfection.
Muffed his cries as he had indeed been very strong,
Since he ran away from himself for too long.
Gradually melted in the melody of his guitar,
Erased his deep wounds and scars.
His face dried with mourn but his heart still very pure,
For he knew he'd meet his soulmate very soon, for sure.