they used to call me wizard
not so long ago
I’d use this mind to make them soar
and with their bread I’d learn some more
They used to call me teacher
preacher
angel
lover
lost
and now my name’s been changed again
I’m broken, dangerous
But he will call me love
and that’s all that there is
and with his breath I rise again
from a soul once very dead.
Nice!!! This is very thoughtfully written!!!
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