A man of insolent honor, the man with no fear.
His true aggression, when someone dies is the only time he sheds a tear.
The beautiful is full, loves everyone.
He is an angel, his wings of passion that glare.
Its flowing in the viscous air, of tare, hate, and despair.
But a man arose upon the mighty hill of strength.
This tribute, these words show you helped me walk that incompetent length.
You do whats right, play hard yet clean.
Full of wisdom, your age, you are quite keen.
His grasp of reality, not a faceless man.
Lord he stands, like a one man band.
And i know he knows he is fine.
Crisp, like colorful dreams of Italian wine.
You pass that bread, and water. Eat it and drink.
Never go away, ill turn to quick sand and sink.
My American friend, your a blessing.
My idol , the greatness i indulge that your addressing.
You will change the world, make a gold stream.
Make a blind man see and a deaf man hear, thats how it seems.
