(For Jim Morrison) br br The Indian's soul embrassed you, br on that lost desert highway. br Tapping into your thoughts br they gave chase to your soul. br You grew into a man, br disenchanted with the system. br You were the lizard king, br you were the god of rock. br You freed the souls br of a million youth. br Yet even with your words br they saw you as a clown. br Standing in the spolight br for all the world to see. br br Torn between to lovers, br ripped between two worlds, br You chose the best of both, br and sailed for distant shores. br Did the spirits leave you, br or take final control? br Dimming your light br until the spark was gone? br br Yet you left us your words, br and now we understand. br For the soul is gone br but the words remain, br To strike a spark br in the soul of youth.