Superstar
On a dark rainy morn
She wakes with a big yawn
With no time to relax
She slips into her torn rain mac
Out the door with guitar in hand
A day in the city is her plan
Already half soaked she picks a spot
Her stage was the front of a large shop
Playing her homemade jingles and tunes
Hoping to make a buck or two
Seen as a public disgrace
Police move her to another place
But with her music so sweet
A crowd gathered in the street
With a feeling of overwhelming
She sang and strummed into the evening
The early dark nights draw in
Forcing her to pack it in
She picks up her Puddle filled cap
Full of coins and cash
And heads to her squat in the poor faction
With a small feeling of satisfaction
She practice into the small hours
Hoping to bloom like a flower
Will someone spot her talent filled shoes
So her superstar dreams will come true
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