It’s just a street,
Where strangers and friends meet,
In winter the rain pours down,
11.30 pm on I rarely saw a frown.
Melodies sprinkle through the air,
Taking away all despair,
Couldn’t count the times,
The music transcends our minds.
Its just a street,
On which all cultures meet n greet,
But even in the heat don’t walk up there on bare feet.
Your friendly smile,
Makes people want to stop a while,
That sings with the help of six strings,
gives us all wings.
– Elaine Hartigan