His name is James
I found him on the corner,playing a guitar
He had a rather sad look upon his face
And tears made puddles below his feet
I stopped and asked "oh why,oh why are you crying?"
Yet he continued to play
Strumming a sad song to himself
A grey cloud hovered above this boy
Acting as a halo
Framing his bouncy blonde curls
He rose and strode away with no real aim or destination
A mop of hair and baggy pants
I pursued this lonely fellow
Quite intrigued by his sadness
I notice a slight shadowy sheen about him
I notice how airy his walk becomes
In complete admiration
I watch as he starts to float away
