John Lennon

**Verse 1** 
October ’40, Liverpool skies, 
The Mersey’s tide whispered, “John, arise!” 
A guitar for a heartbeat, chords screaming loud, 
Four lads shook the world, cut through the crowd. 
From the Cavern’s damp walls to Sullivan’s stage, 
A frenzy of screams, a cultural rage. 
“Bigger than Jesus?” The headlines roared, 
But you just laughed, “It’s peace we’ll afford.” 

[Verse 1] 
Oh John, John, dreamer with eyes wide, 
You painted the world in strawberry skies. 
“Imagine” the bullets, the cold December night— 
A voice silenced too soon, but the stars still burn bright. 

[Verse 2]
A medal from the Queen? “No thanks,” you’d say, 
Traded a throne for a bed-in, the Yoko way. 
“Give Peace a Chance” in a hotel room hymn, 
While critics cursed and the light grew dim. 
Julian’s first steps, Sean’s lullaby, 
Two loves split by time, yet both held high. 
Cynthia’s tears, Yoko’s steadfast hand— 
A life stitched with scars, yet still you’d stand. 

[Chorus]
Oh John, John, dreamer with eyes wide, 
You painted the world in strawberry skies. 
“Imagine” the bullets, the cold December night— 
A voice silenced too soon, but the stars still burn bright. 

[Verse 3] 
Forty years young, Dakota’s cold gate, 
A shadow, a shot—oh cruel twist of fate. 
“Strawberry Fields” echoes where children still play, 
But a New York night stole you away.** 
Yet your words cut sharp through the smoke and the lies, 
In every chord struck, in the Beatles’ rise. 
A poet, a fool, a father, a sage— 
You bled your truth onto the 20th-century stage.** 

[Bridge]
What if you’d aged, gray in your hair? 
Would you strum “Revolution” in a world still unfair? 
We’ll never know, but your ghost still sings 
In the crackle of vinyl and the hope Lennon brings. 

[Final Chorus]
Oh John, John, dreamer with eyes wide, 
You’re etched in our hearts**, no bullet can hide. 
“Imagine” the sunrise, the war drums undone— 
The Liverpool boy who taught us we’re one. 

[Outro]
The garden’s still empty, but the music won’t fade, 
In every “Hey Jude,” in the beds we’ve made. 
Sleep tight, restless soul, in the universe’s hum— 
John Winston Lennon, the dreamer who won.