He's a cynic and a dreamer
Keeping one foot on the ground
He's a prophet with a purpose
He's profane and he's profound
He's a madman on a mission
Clinging to his sanity
He's a blind man with true vision
Laid bare for all to see
He's a poet with a guitar
Bound to follow his free will
With a fire that burns inside him
That life can never kill
So, once again he sings his songs
Playing much more than his part
A diary of the life he chose
With words straight from the heart
A pilgrim in the spotlight
Whose story must be told
Always hoping for that high road
In a world that's grown so cold
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