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There Is a Man

There is a man,
He’s a mystery.
Look him in the face,
And that’s all you’ll see.

This kind of man,
Who understands?
He does not conform,
He is his own plan.

This kind of man,
Walks to his own beat.
His music is lively,
And let’s him be free.

This kind of man,
Most get him all wrong.
As darkness surrounds him,
He starts singing songs.

This kind of man,
Is so out of place.
Some say he is doomed,
They can’t see his fate.

This kind of man,
Cannot be tamed.
Many have tried,
Many have failed.

There is a man,
He’s wild and free.
He has no agenda,
He just wants to be.