He is many...
He is the one who has many souls.

He is the voice of the rain,
The thunder of the clouds.

He is a woman's lament.
The pain which screams so loud.

He is the old man's regret,
He is the heap of his winnings.

He is the blood running through the veins of the youth.
He is the destructive hands of truth.

He is a child's lullaby.
He is her wildest dreams.

He is a song of the birds,
He is the current of the flowing stream.

He is our desire,
He is our anguish.

He is our voice ,
He is the beauty in us.

He is a poet,
He'll always be a part of us.