The Musician

He was there for me,

When i was feeling low,

When i failed a test,

During my first breakup,

When i was fired,

When i was hurt,

It was his songs that soothed me,

The sound of his name,

Puts a smile on my face,

He walked me down the isle,

Was there on my every birthday,

Cheered me in all i did,

How comes his songs couldn’t help him?

It could not make him stop

When he pointed the gun to his head,

With millions of followers,

No one had followed him that day,

To help him out of his mystery,

I am filled with pity whenever i hear his voice,

A hero should never quit.



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