Her song levies a listen,
worth giving your ears unto.
Breathing life into your day,
awaken you from tuesdays' gray.
She sings of midsummers' rain,
her fling with men who drink,
of never having a home,
how she saw the world as her kin.
For whatever you spare for change,
she pours her heart onto the street
Her song and she never had a name
music is how she could ever eat.
Her song levies a listen,
will kickstart your broken heart.
The town holds on to her 'cause
her songs keep it from falling apart.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 3:29 PM UTC
Her song levies a listen,
worth giving your ears unto.
Breathing life into your day,
awaken you from tuesdays' gray.
She sings of midsummers' rain,
her fling with men who drink,
of never having a home,
how she saw the world as her kin.
For whatever you spare for change,
she pours her heart onto the street
Her song and she never had a name
music is how she could ever eat.
Her song levies a listen,
will kickstart your broken heart.
The town holds on to her 'cause
her songs keep it from falling apart.
