Heart Strings

I am a steel bridge, supporting tons, on my back, never failing.
I am an airbus, carrying many, across distances, never slowing.
I am a dump truck, shuttling waste, into mountains, never complaining.

I can spin any rough thread into golden tales and sell you down a river.
I can sing juicy declarations and convince you that I am all you need and more.
Well, anyone that is, but You.

You know that,
I am a rainbow, displacing light, from my bones, never quitting.
You know that,
I am a haystack, offering respite, in my arms, never tiring.
But You know that,
I am an old scar, prompting nightmares, in your heart, never losing.

If I once played melodies on your heart strings like an angel with her harp,
Cant you paint with my sweet remorseful blood over the dark canvas I left you with?