Prospero's Hope

[Lazz]

PROSPERO'S HOPE

Magic over, no control,

Weakening and growing old -

Just an ordinary guy

Keeping secrets safe inside.

Only you can send me home

Now I have songs of my own.

Helping hands and saving grace

Free me from this lonely place.

Let me go or let me be,

Clap your hands to carry me,

Wish me free and wish me well,

Reassure me – Did I fail

Bringing pleasure, in my way ?

Even with a room to play

Emptiness is what I see

‘Less you think the best of me.

More than just absolving me

(No misunderstanding me)

Even for the bad I’ve done

Give me love and send me home

[Nightwolf]

Very Heavy, I like it a lot.

[Steve]

Tempestuous stuff! I think this might require a very big round of applause!

[Lazz]

Thanks, John. Glad you dig it.

Well spotted, Steve.

[merciful evans]

nice to see you here mr lazz

oh yes, enjoyed the poem too.