As he sings, I sit here watching him..
His cheeks go rosy, and his eyes go dim..
Tears begin to roll down his cheeks,
and I myself, can't help but weap.
He sings a very mournful song, of someone that he loved,
Someone, he believes, was sent from above..
I seem to be the only one here, who even understands..
Oh, how I want to go up there, and hold onto his hand..
I can't help myself.. I just keep on crying..
Inside me, it feels like my soul is still dying..
It's amazing how much I can relate.. to this beautiful song..
Oh, it must be fate..
For the moment that this stranger is singing his song,
I feel a deep connection, and all the pieces fit where they belong..
But, when this beautiful stranger finishes his piece..
I no longer feel a connection, it's now all deceased..
Until, dear stranger, we meet again..
Keep your eyes on the stars, and your guitar in your hand.
of all the ones of yours i've read so far, this i think i love the most
I like it.it flows well and has loads of feeling.