Drowsy waking innocent.. folks love as a brew.. in a time of magic.. love comes a magic true.. a face of sunshine for each darkness.. held with paper locks.. one man.. his belief.. sturdy as a rock..
Others fade through decades.. old clocks bring some doubt.. true remains in joy or pain.. soft-spoken.. true did out.. would wish him eternal if I knew the way.. his love.. his strong belief.. his soul each second of his days..
No allegiance spells or quells a fiery passion kiss.. no special pass.. or amnesty grant pardon.. queenly fist.. could dull his view.. in alleys pews.. green jungles teeming life.. could turn him from his good heart.. loved species as his wife..
Thank you Nelson.. for your love.. your soul strong in a home.. for the prince.. princesses seen beneath skies’ starry dome..
Leave us then but stay you warm .. for Saintly robes your legend formed.. an infants cry announced your birth.. a word of free in ancient storm..
‘I think such a man would most certainly approve of himself.. when I see those around me.. I think to speak.. should they think to listen..
Knowing who I am.. no matter what fates or creations encountered.. somehow makes it alright’..