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 you 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 .