I’ve played these cobbled streets for many years
pouring into my song blood and tears
I’ve known the vagabond and patient sage –
their lives I’ve scribbled on my crumpled page
although my tune begins when the dust clears
perhaps they’ll think then with soft smiles and cheers
of how my song soothed all their fears
I brought my old guitar and set the stage
on those cobbled streets for many years
I’ve seen the reckless sinner with his peers
I’ve seen the giver with attentive ears
each trying hard to break out of his cage
while I looked on weary-eyed from age to age
playing my mild rhythm while adjusting gears
on those cobbled streets for many years.
Ordinary Person 
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