Corner of the Street

Corner of the street.
--P.S

She sings standing on the,
Corner of the street.
She sings between the traffic lights,
As the lights turn green, she is seen,
Standing on the corner of the street,
Singing songs, with a heart so deep.
Touching it is, to see the scene.
She sings standing on the street,
On the corner of the street,
Traffic lights change on time,
She doesn’t seem to really heed.
Singing as she stands on the street,
Watch her as she softly breathes,
Musical notes like harmony,
Playing the sound, simple and sweet,
Something like the Perfect Scene.
The girl, the one who sings so deep,
At the corner of a street,
She sings to you, she sings to me,
So we can hear her, even though she cant really see.
She sings for money, she needs to eat.
She needs some food,
She sings for these.
She sings for love, and broken dreams,
She sings at the corner of a street.
As she sings for you and me,
She dreams of homes and warmth and a mother’s need.
She sings but not for charity,
Yet noone seems to really see.
She sings so sweetly,
Quietly,
At the end of the street,
She hopes that people hear her as she breathes,
Musical notes of harmony.
The cars will pass,
One at a time,
At the halt of traffic lights,
Her voice is heard, oblivious to the world’s uncaring spree.
But no one will stop and see,listen or give the girl some heed.
The blind girl that sings, on the street,
Night and day,
She sings to please.
She needs some food,
But no one will see,
Cause the world is blinder than that girl can ever be.
After the storm, comes the last rain,
After the hail, the cold fades away,
After the sunset, there’s a new day,
But still the people that’s us,
Never will change.

As the girl sings at the corner of the street,
I bring her some pie,
Full of apple and I feel her glee…

But my tears pour down,
And I watch as she eats,
The wonder lust eyes, filling in the feed.
Something so simple, can make her smile in glee.
Something so simple, can make her happy with ease.

And like after the storm, falls the last few drops of rain,
The cycle goes on. And on and on.

Singing at the corner of the street.
For you, for me, for anybody who would heed.