Dear John
You were baptizing in aenon's sink,
When the master received credit
You were ready to shrink in the background
And not jealously,
You weren't thinking
"That's my job" or "my identity"
Even your name.
You didn't forget that you came to Manage the campaign.
And all this happened before prison-stay,
Dancing girls and sharpened swords were heading your way.
You declared his by oiling the saddle,
And anointing our great king before he went to battle,
That's your name...
Dear John
Querido Juan
Fuiste bautizado en el lavabo de Aenon,
Cuando el maestro recibió crédito
Estabas listo para encoger en segundo plano
Y no con celos,
No estabas pensando
'Ese es mi trabajo' o 'mi identidad'
Incluso tu nombre.
No olvidaste que viniste a Manejar la campaña.
Y todo esto sucedió antes de la estancia en prisión,
Chicas bailarinas y espadas afiladas se dirigían hacia ti.
Te declaraste suyo aceitando la silla,
Y ungir a nuestro gran rey antes de ir a la batalla,
Ese es tu nombre...
Querido Juan
Escrita por: John Ringhofer