THE BARD

You’re a mute romantic with fantastic fingers And a melancholy laugh. Come laugh with me today Give your cracked and broken soul a little honey In the way you push your away from your face Like your pushing away a never moving cloud. Fill the void This isn’t as good as it gets You need a muse to tell you the truth of what your songs say every day Melodies in ecstasy meant to carry people away Somewhere in a grain of sand you’ll be alright Your heart’s not really broken Or you’d perish right? Running to catch the wind and colour it with dye But your roots are deep and beautiful Don’t dismay at the strength you know holds you there No one is ever what they want to be So crack a smile, crack a rib Both are easy enough if you try Hey, my friend, at least your not me.