Your tuneful aura had me in thrall
Doth disarm a cynics wall
Inspiring with his March of peace
In him the light of love apace
Rainbows shine in spite of faith
Suns blaze in spite of eyes embrace
The world is good and good is true
And more good for the life of you
You are a beacon of hope and joy
Could inspire the rise and fall of Troy
With heavens light imbued
For your tuneful aura this one wooed
More callous souls to you rude
But in their bitterness you never stewed
Because, you, borne aloft, on aspiring wing,
Lennon lives, fated to sing.