Dear reader please imagine
A picture if you will...

I was only eight at the time
So young to hear such news...

There was a boy who had a dream
He wished that he could fly...

My son would always wear long tops
And put a hood over his head...

Welcome Welcome, please take a seat
Your all here to meet God today...

The Guitar Man sits on the street
Playing a solemn song...

Beauty comes and Beauty goes,
Through veins and blood Beauty flows...

So twinkling and so bright, my favourite sight...
So soft and so smooth, no dents or grooves - Your...

You plucked your guitar till your fingers weeped,
Your music pushed boundries and slowly the rewards...

I knew it was true when our lips met,
Loving you will never be a regret...

If i could dwell inside your mind,
Just for a day or two...

Gritted Teeth and Sore Feet,
Muddy Boots and Scraps to Eat...