A bard is a poet But not all poets are bards I love to sing And play my guitar
Dancing comes natural Spinning on one toe I take a gracious bow Into a power pose
I’m more then the rest My poetry’s the best I recite the hero’s creed I lead the chant In a warrior stance Into the violent streets
The news of the day Rolls off of my tongue Stanzas dressed to please To the local tavern The patrons run To drink and brawl with me
Barmaids to breed Sweet honey mead The good life Yes the good life indeed! I make a loud toast A salute to our host Another round on me!
This Bards double as the bouncers We all do our part
Traveling from place to place It true I am a Itinerant Musician and Trader I am a antique vendor with my own flea market I write poetry and play guitar on stage whenever I can Who knew the description of Bard would fit me so precisely.
My soul is getting restless Wishing to sail away Far from mortal misery the earthy fear and woes but waiting here as human with no way to call to home Searching every corner hoping that hiding somewhere deeply It will find the a map, the gateway too, a way across the sea of stars to sail back to its celestial home with you the galaxy will be ours.