Song For Jon

Sing your sweetest tune, my friend
I know my minutes will not be wasted
And the time will freeze
As the teak trees are chanting
The birds are flowing along your vocals
it lets the chill breezes up them fur
Ol' Jon, how can I immortalize that shiver

Don't stand behind the curtain Don't ask em for no rags
I know you are not poor my friend
The cities are harsh,
the times are getting rushed
And the leaves of the frailest plants are cornered
Ol' Jon save them with your flower

Hear, those people are cheerin my friend
Inside a library in a far suburban town
They asked for more
The voice they haven't heard before
Though the town is harsh
And the time too is rushed
But alas, I wish the whole world could hear you sing
Ol' Jon, get out there and show your power

Ol' Jon, how can I immortalize your songs?

Ol' Jon, yes you are everyone's lover



Credits
Writer(s): Oscar Lolang
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