THE WIZARD OF WORDS
The melody is playing,
While the clouds are raining,
And the wizard makes into love,
The hell of their life,
The hatred of the demon,
While the sun is lightning up again,
The path to the peace,
The journey to freedom.
He is playing the guitar,
As the angel plays the lyre,
To convert into stone,
The King Lear, the liar.
He is making into roses,
The guns, the thistles, the venoms,
Cause he is Merlin, the boss wizard,
Cause he is Bruce, the hero,
The wonderful musician.
*This poem it's dedicated to Bruce Springsteen, my favorite singer songwriter, the best musician I've ever met.
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