The Answer
The Answer
How many times must this man turn his path, till’ he finds the right one for himself?
Oh and how many skies must the pilot fly, till’ he sees his sun shine upon his face
And how many songs must Mr. Dylan sing till’ his message is reached to your ear?
The answer Mr. Dylan is not blowing in the wind but how may we change for us all
Oh and how many times must the big brother fall before you learn from your mistakes?
Mr. Dylan that white dove shall not sleep, S&G the boxer shall not prevail
and the sound of silence will never come.
Goodbye Don, and to the men drinking whiskey and rye
The jester may you return the thorny crown to the King
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Bryce Hagenson
Hi, My name is Bryce Hagenson. I'm a lover of music and liturature espacially J.R.R Tolkien's work. I've written a few songs myself but not quite the music. I'm an LDS member(mormon). I'm also an artist I like to draw odd things kind of the things Edgar Allen Poe describes, dark things. I don't have many friends that is why I write such things about people who are lonley. I had a brother who was killed in a car crash, so death kind of runs in my family a lot. I hope you enjoy my works. Sincerly, Bryce Hagenson
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