He stood there singing his work of art.
With his guitar and beautiful voice, melodies came from the heart.
He laughed inside,
From the ones that he made cry..
They now are feeling his pain he Carries everyday.
A lot going on in his mind, to much to say.
So by his music he shares to you what he feels.
undoubtedly unreal.
He Hope's to share this in fame,
Rides a million ideas, but never at his aim.
To much to talk about over a glass of wine.
He lives in his own messes, a tell tale of crime.
unforgotten and unsteady, he slides through his day.
So much to tend to, hope that he's okay.
©terrylin53
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