My Weeping Companion

[Verse 1] My true love's not in mountains, Nor fields of rusted grain, She’s the sap that flows through pinewood, And dances in the rain. Her strings, they weep at midnight, When silent stars appear, With sorrow-steeped melodies, That wash away my fear. [Verse 2] Her whisper’s made of willow, Bending low with every gust, In shadows long and mellow, Where dreams turn into dust. When I place my hands upon her, A thousand rivers flow, She captures every teardrop, And lets my heartstrings show. [Chorus] Oh, my crying guitar, Sing the pain away, Breathe the notes of sorrow, In the twilight gray. Every chord a heartbeat, Every strum a sigh, You're my weeping companion, Beneath the endless sky. [Verse 3] We lay beneath the pines, Where the morning dew collects, Her voice a gentle murmur, In hums and chords complex. From ruby heart’s lamenting, To whispers of the breeze, She takes my silent suffering, And sets my soul at ease. [Verse 4] In the quiet after twilight, When the world is deep asleep, Her lament lulls the shadows, In a cradle soft and steep. In every wooden fiber, Her spirit's carved so fine, She sings of grief and longing, In harmonies divine. [Chorus] Oh, my crying guitar, Sing the pain away, Breathe the notes of sorrow, In the twilight gray. Every chord a heartbeat, Every strum a sigh, You're my weeping companion, Beneath the endless sky.