The Rocker
The rocker was in the house,
Toes skimming the ground,
High on a drug of his own,
High on the euphoria of not being alone.
Arms in the sky,
Guitar in his hold,
He was a rocker on a high,
The music; from his soul.
Toes skimming the ground,
High on a drug of his own,
High on the euphoria of not being alone.
Arms in the sky,
Guitar in his hold,
He was a rocker on a high,
The music; from his soul.


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