My friends poem about our wonderful night at the Bastille concert last night! Check out her blog she’s almost at 1,000 views!
All together we share the sound.
waiting for what is to come.
Clapping hands and chanting loud,
now we know what has begun.
The cheering crowd stomp the floor,
the bass now banging at the walls.
Screaming now as he sings Flaws
and laughing while the drunk man falls.