I am a bard
A lowly bard to sing a dirge, a melody, a madrigal
And dance, oh dancing freely.
Jack of Trades, they say – they’ll say
To cover other tracks today
For healing one, repair the next
I cover each one’s back
Just long enough.
An elegy of fruit to thee
A Requiem (midsummer’s dream)
And still dear Will can’t run with me
For he was great himself and see
I’m not if left alone.
A song, a song, a prophecy
A dear lament and Oppari
Alone I ride till comes one chord
Of sweet beginings new restort
And form a team which wonderfully
I love till break of dusk.
O Elegy, O prose to be
Please reunite my clan to me
For I am just a lowly bard
An ordinary lyricist
Singing through the years as dearest
People come and people go
And see not by my clan,
The clan! The guild! And ever more
An ordinary perfect score
Bring harmony to life’s last quest
And see me evermore.
I am a bard
A lowly bard to sing this chorus from the heart
Surrounded by the perfect team
And in the middle long I wait
In ordinary humble ways
And notice further past this day
Hemmed in by them for just a split
I emerge extra ordinary.
For I,
I am their bard.
