• If it is an artist that you are after,
    Then I'm afraid you will have to see,
    The gravestone that lies next to me,
    For four years passed and I have no clue,
    What my fourteen year old mind was thinking,
    But this was before the drinking,
    The late nights took a toll on me,
    The world punched me square in the face,
    I knew I had to find my place and so,
    It was in words I discovered where to go.

    If you're feeling sinister you may critique,
    But it only helps me get better I like to think,
    For the heart is fragile so I have a shield,
    Preventing the destruction of something I helped build,
    This something is what gets me from A to B,
    This something makes me the person I want to be.