Strings That Bend

It’s made of wood and metal
Shaped like a woman laying in your hands
You can strum your pain away
by losing yourself
To the music and the band

The steel strings bend at your will
Moving up and down and to and fro
You make them sing cry and hiss and moan
Wherever you want them to go

But remember who you’re playing with
My heart has always been the one
On which you depend
And it’s not as hard as it may seem
Or as tough as the strings that bend

It’s made of flesh and blood and soul
Equal to the weight of gold
It follows you everywhere even when
you’re not here or near me

My heart is yours from now until the end of time
Bit please be kind
It can’t be traded in or sold like the guitars
You have left behind...

Just remember who you’re playing with
My heart has always been the one
On which you depend
And it’s not as hard as it may seem
Or as tough as the strings that bend