He`s not great
Not even good
But he`d change this state
If only dreams could...
Have an effect on reality.
His words would become
Full of hopeful proclivity;
No longer unknown, unsung.
He would give someone in despair
With deep seeded depression;
Uplifting words, a breath of fresh air
With each verbal session.
For those wandering the night
Infested by sights of sadness;
He`d offer them glorious light
And respite in bright happiness.
For those in lengthy grief
Alone, with no one to hear;
He’d give rapid relief
Together, with a listening ear.
For those beyond low
Ready to give up and die;
His stanzas would show
How to live up above in the sky.
One day he’ll be gone,
A thing of the distant past,
Still, he hopes this song
Will remain in the present -
God`s grace, heaven sent, - and eternally last.
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
