He Sang:

He sang out his sorrows

When he was a boy,

But now he sang out

His feelings of joy.

He sang out the sun

And they felt its great warmth,

He sang out the rain

And natures rebirth

He sang out the stars

As they passed overhead

And the noises they made,

Some living, some dead.

He sang out the colours

That nobody saw,

And he sang of their music

And the scents that they bore.

He sang out the cities

Made of towers in the sky

And he sang of their people,

And how they could fly.

He sang out the deserts

Parched by the sun

And the life that existed

When long day was done.

He sang out great dragons

That had borne him so high,

He had touched God’s face,

No word of a lie!

He sang out the oceans

And the monsters he knew

And all who heard him

Believed it was true.

He sang out the aliens

And their dark purple home

Where on top a great mountain

He had pondered alone.

He sang out new worlds

New hopes and new dreams

He sang of what was and

What was to be.

He sang with such power

The people were there

Standing beside him

In the worlds that he shared

And as he sang of great visions

Note the people's surprise

When he turned his great head

And revealed no eyes.