Not going to lie i love the Christmas time, but has also been around the time of year some of the worst moments of my life have occurred. Today marks the third year anniversary of my uncle's death.
I cant really believe its been three years since i found out, he was a lovely man who although had an element of mystery about him i loved very much. these are the lyrics to the song 'while my guitar gently weeps' by George Harrison that was played at his funeral and also is the reason i have the Beatles tattooed on my arm. Not many people no that's the reason but there you go...
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 need 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.
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