John Lennon

In your face like empty space

Attitude all over the place

Tough as nails, an’ soft as grace

 

One of four an’ four of one

A killer voice, second to none

That’s how to get your slaying done

 

Imagine what it feels to be

Something that can set you free

Unblind your eyes an’ let you see

 

Right out front with that voice

Enslaved our soul in hellish choice

Of rebellion and some sweet rejoice

 

We left him dying in the street

Buried by fame for all to greet

Crucified in stone at our feet

 

He is gone, but his song remains

Forever heard in the soul’s refrains

Freedom sings in breaking chains.