Anonymous

Scratch and scribble
Of the unsung hero
his words over his name
to gain credit and the fame

He strengthens the fallen
embraces the forgotten
Helps the lost remember
kindles tomorrow's embers

Without the fear from others
or taking words of another
choosing the right words
to free steel-caged birds

His face hidden behind the page
But his eyes glow of the rage
Never boasting but always seeing
Touching all without a being

The men walking down sidewalks
We are surrounded by oeuvre Bachs
An empty bar, the last to leave
Inside all of us, if you believe