I’m not sure how I’ve come this f… From sinking pit to shooting star. Could it be when I loved my scars… Or when I chose to be this bard? Maybe, it happened, as a lark.

You hurt me so bad And though I have the right I still care enough To not turn out the lights

Don’t take the past away from me It made me who I am I like the one I’ve come to be A truthful, loving man

We were formed In relation To this world Our creation

Treat yourself Like you wish others Would treat you

Old school Playing a groove of the used to Small few Hailed by hipsters and still cool Lo-fi

How do you reckon Your yearn for freedom With other’s feelings?

I passed through little Whitley t… And stopped where locals could be… When I pulled up, I heard a sound Angel’s voice in Dolby surround It was a sweet, but tearful song

The world that I was born into Is not the world I want I work to try to get back to A one that values plants

Always late Mostly great That’s just how we roll. Got minute For a hit

Just being yourself Is the absolute best way To show the world love

My soul knew that I can’t accept A fucked up view or perspective So threw me to the darkest pit To let my love be beacon lit

Martins are a special breed Set apart from rest, indeed Took me in when was in need Of a home and love extreme

Not growing, dying That’s just simple facts Take a look at plants Nature’s info packs

Ever been great at Balance? Then you understand Why I tip my scales.