Performing nightly on a stage, people scream out your name.
Carefully not to get ahead of yourself, and forget that it’s all just a game.
A crippling feature of rock-n-roll life, is a deafness in one’s ear.
Of all the senses given to them, important is being able to hear.
The bitter pains give refuge, Relevant of all you attain.
Hard from normal this rockstar life, always the same to remain.
Singing the same old jingle jangle, showing their souls every night.
sharing the music inside of them, Hoping it gives us delight
Sliding in quite carefully, carving a night out of day.
Another stage, another bus, off to the next place to play.
- Author: Steve Glodenfort (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 19th, 2024 09:02
- Category: Unclassified
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