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
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