
There was a girl
Who called the streets
Her home
The only things she has left
Were the clothes on her back
And her guitar
But she a dream
To be on stage
Where her voice
Can be heard
And her story
Can be told
Alex

There was a girl
Who called the streets
Her home
The only things she has left
Were the clothes on her back
And her guitar
But she a dream
To be on stage
Where her voice
Can be heard
And her story
Can be told
Alex
WOW, nice topic you choose!
I like this poem!
Thank you so much!
Powerful stuff
Thanks
Wonderful information as usual.