This is a tale

Of challenge and trial

One of great hope

And the world’s denial

 

A young man by the name

Of David Smith Sam

Who decided to make

A wicked new jam

 

A song so great

That none could believe

The powers it had

That no one else could conceive

 

People were scared

Of the future at near

And so madness consumed them

Driven by fear

 

They burned the music

Went from city to town

They made sure that his music

Would never be found

 

Poor David Smith Sam

Had nothing to do

As his beautiful heart

Was torn in two

To end this madness

once and for all

He decided that he needed

To take a great fall

 

He led the mob to a perilous cliff

Where he said goodbye

To all that he loved

And as he jumped of the cliff

Many could say

That was the day,

They saw God cry.

 

With him he took

The magical musical as well

And so the people returned

To their everyday hell.

 

It is said to this day

That his music still lives

If you look hard enough

Deep into your heart

You can find that magic

Make it restart

 

And maybe now,

Unlike before

David Smith Sam’s music

Can flourish once more

 

The beautiful melody

That brings peace to its crowd

Maybe one day

You’ll make David proud.