The Stranger's Song.

Immaculate on his bench and perched up upon a tree,
He sits and sings a lullaby for all the passers to hear
He paints the sky with his words and sprinkles fear with his voice
He tells the tale of lovers and brings about remorse
And allow the people to cry and smile as every word is spoken
And allow the shivers and quivers of the spine as our feelings are awoken
The lyrics fly and flow between the ears of the beholder
And this lonely crowd will grow even larger.

Mystified in the eyes of everyone around,
A commoner! No, but a stranger!
He has left them all bound.
Bound to the earth and bound to the heavens,
A man of no name is a hero to seven.
Every beat of the drum sends the soul into a leap
And every note strum, rung, fiddled and hung has made us all weep.

The Devil writes sins and winners write war,
The old teller man can depict history as if it wasn't far
The heart preserves feelings,
The mind preserves thoughts
It bottles every memory, every time, every moment sought.

Though I of no stature but hope as the small
I of no history can sing it all.