Rod vin Bjorn

Is he a bear or is he a man?
His arms like freight trains, drafter of plans

Voice like Andreas, the fault with no flaw
Earth moves and crumbles when faced with his roar

Warm and engulfing charisma of smiles
Rising his friends up while hiding his trials

Working class morals and upper class brain
This free woodland titan deep buried his pain

Red chequered fabric, red ruddy wine
Red strumming fingers, he reads all the time

Sharp as a razor, as mild as the clouds
The loneliest beast to be hidden in crowds

Rod vin Bjorn you’re quite the guy
Your limits lay beyond the sky

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