On the corner i stand, with guitar in hand. Singing, while i peer across the land. Play and play throughout the caring day. Hope they are enjoying what i say. Many different crowds of people walk by. Some keep going , a few watch and sigh. They dance, clap listening to my sound. While the notes go round and round. I stop to hear for just a request. Want to try and give it my personal best. Pick up and down all along. enjoying such a sweet entranching song. On the corner i stand, with guitar in hand. Sit on the pavemnt thinking about the sand. Stay performing continuing during the night. Street changes there is just a few in sight. Music starts to turn heavier and deeper. A woman is listening hope to keep her . word for word saying every line. Trying to be on key all of the time. She throws some change in the case. I have a grand smile on my face. On the corner i stand, with guitar in hand. The evening almost at end and. It's coming time to pack up. Looking for something warmin a cup. Pull up my case and put my instrument down. Take another long look at the town.
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-04-09 01:55:55
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