Minstrel Man

Minstrel Man, plays where he can carries axe in hand, as he roams the land. Music Maker, don't need no takers if the sound feels right, he'll play all night. Songs of life, Songs of death, Songs of dreams, Songs of screams. Plays when the mood, strikes his heart, sounds washing cool, awaken the spark. Opens your eyes, beckons the soul Magic man, fears only his own. He's paid the toll, for forever flight plays all day, and plays all night No worries, no fears, song feeds his soul, never asks forgiveness as he sets the tone. Music madness, drives men wild, women in gladness, would have his child. Passes through, never touching, yet no soul, goes without the blessing. Copyright 2000, by Russell L. Hale II, all rights reserved.