The Naked Soul

They call me the guy with magic
talk of the enchanting smile
make blush with mention of charisma
anguish, the tear in the eyes, blind
for they see not the sparkle behind
I am no wizard, I am no conjurer
I am the one with the naked soul

They call me the guy with no soul
reason those in and out of life
blamed in all isolation, unheard
accuse as lack of conscience, pricks
for they see not the current beneath
I am no lothario, no Don Juan
I am the one with the naked soul

They call me the sophisticate
speak of the subtle style
focus shifted to the lustre around
scream, call it adulation, blind
for they see not the truth, modesty
I am no celebrity, I am no aristocrat
I am the one with the naked soul

They call me the haughty
factor the unseen arrogance, pride
faulty, cite insolence, exists not
charge as lack of tolerance, pricks
for they see not the self respect beneath
I am no loftly, I am no lordly
I am the one with the naked soul