Chan Hurst Is My Voice, I Hand You My Torch

I hand you my torch, while I play the guitar Tolkien am I, in my euphoric voice Artistry, artistic, dramatic and poetic are my strings My musical notes, will touch the sky and alive shall be the clouds I will give many stars away, starting with brother, sister and you Listen, accept and catch thus tasteful, and stylish write Rhymer, rhymester and rime are the notes in my poem Geek and weirdo specialist, are my secret lovers Star Wars and The Wizard of Oz, control my dreams My dreams, start off with a pentagram, in the middle of the ocean Optical are the waves, visible is the mist and visual are the bubbles Pop each bubble, time to rewind My dreams, start off with a pentagram, in the middle of the ocean Star Wars and The Wizard of Oz, control my dreams Geek and weirdo specialist, are my secret lovers Rhymer, rhymester and rime are the notes in my poem Listen, accept and catch thus tasteful, and stylish write I will give many stars away, starting with a brother, sister or you My musical notes, will touch the sky and alive shall be the clouds Artistry, artistic, dramatic and poetic are my strings Tolkien am I, in my euphoric voice I hand you my torch, while I play the guitar