A writer like a blacksmith-forging works of iron   The jagged edges tempered into solid scripts for hire   Solitary craftsman at his console merging audio discrete   An ever changing soundscape sets the stage; the twains shall meet   In a union strong      Just like a working stiff   He is a songsmith   In a strange synthesis   "restoration" announced   It's the new riffs that count (no mainstream bore playing 13/4...)      Break out of silence-complete the curve   The songsmith maintaining his avant-garde nerve   Innovation his palette-the urge and the test   Adrenalin flowing, he can't even rest unless-   Harmonic elements and special fx   Conform to all his whims, an interpretive text   But he'd sing for the masses if he just had the time   With a vocal ideal and a long lyric line   He is a songsmith      Break out of silence-complete the curve   The songsmith maintaining his avant-garde nerve   Innovation his palette-the urge and the test   Adrenalin flowing, he can't even rest unless-   Harmonic elements and special effects      Conform to all his whims, an interpretive text   And he'd sing for the media if he had equal time   With a vocal ideal and a long lyric line   He is a songsmith   It's not too late for the songsmith      The curtain opens for creativity   Give a backseat role to conspiracy   Hear the signature and the melody   Of the author flow in polyphony   Will the writer last?    Will his trade survive?    In a world of commerce   Can he hope to thrive?    If his final sequence is not contrived   Keep him honest now   Just to keep him alive      We need the songsmith...