Scars are the hard times he's faced
I see the pain dripping down his chest
For all the time he stumbled& messed
He's  knelt down, prayed& confessed
He writes poems at night out his head
To inspire the living and the dead
For a life of waking to no tea or bread
Is one he knows so well, one he led
He wipes tears off everyone's face
And fills hearts and every empty place
Speak of comfort he gives without greed
Understanding cause he once was in need
He doesn't charge, he's not a skimmer
It's his dream, he's not just a dreamer
He's a sunshine with rays of promise
And out of all historic cities,craves venice

tune me in,
   break the walls in,
the ceiling down,
    cry out loud, louder

imaginary walls
    of paper thin
games in cellular realms
    are stronger, yet

Dark scenes are
  immune to the brightest
suns, cries of innocents
       the most often unheard.

Cry dearest loud
      write larger,
feel fully the pain
   remember it in Diaries.

Use this, as a foundation
    to build
upon pain a solution.

forsaking expressions of
                      love
there when we rejoiced
                      above
highest higher clouds
                      sounds
of harmonic rejoicing
                       found
acceptance bright darkness
                         around
full bodied forsaken
                           reasons
not causing words
                             or memory
not calling on yesterdays
                            unsound
reasoning or colors our palettes
                             round
about full of peaceful yellow
                             ground
a white mystique an authentic
                                 found
new way.

is true
I want what all men want
surely

a princess
pure
virginal

She my Queen
my lady
her cheeks roses.

Glory I ask
that I may
dedicate my life

To privilege
to but hold
her hand,

to defend
her honor bold,
without question,

or fears, to
be her Knight,
were I but worthy.

To my queen,
I look at you
as my
Dulcinea.

Might I always
wake to
such a vision.

To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear the unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go

To right the unwritable wrong
To be better far than you are
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star

This is my quest, to follow that star
No matter how hopeless,
No matter how far
To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into hell
For a heavenly cause

And I know if I'll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will be peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest

And the world would be better for this
That one man scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star



Writer(s): Mitch Leigh, Joe Darion
Copyright: Helena Music Company, Andrew Scott Music