25 June 2012
Troubled troubadour cannot sing,
Lost his voice and snapped his string.
Thinks his message has been lost,
The audience has turned to frost.
Guitar still gripped into his hand,
He needs to go and find a band.
Til confidence returns and stays,
And mindset isn't such a haze.
He doesn't need to sing his song,
But life without is somehow wrong.
Several issues to address,
How his life became a mess.
But songs of sadness always sell,
Material from when you fell.
Until he's found again his tune,
He'll sing for comets, stars and moon.
Troubled Troubadour • Opuss № I