Guitar man

Once there was a man
And his guitar
They thrilled the world
With their songs and laughs

They toured the world
To filled out stadiums and fans
One after another
A big rollercoaster

Years gone by like sand
What was once a show
Was now a silence
Consigned to the past

With his broken strings he played on
Without a murmur or sight
As the days begin numbered
The end approaching near

Broken strings, broken heart
What does it matter?
Once on top, now bottom out
Keep playing on....