Flyspecks. Flyspecks. Worrying about flyspecks.

Worrying about flyspecks.

When miracles abound

There’s a man in town.

People put him down.

Always hangs around  

the lane 

A Guitar in hand

Imaginary band

Seems to understand

the game.

People pass him by,

some give him coins,

some ask for songs

rarely with kindness.

Few people know, he sees it all.

Giving compassion to blindness.

Flyspecks. Flyspecks. Worrying about flyspecks.

Worrying about flyspecks.

When miracles abound.

So every time you see him listen to his song.

and if you can  please try to sing along.

And when the song has ended  pass some coins his way.

Bless him and he will bless you.

Bless him and he will bless you.