All of me stacked on top of years
and sometimes the past feels like a stranger...
The thunder wrang out
And the rain came down...
Its hard to run away
from the dark ole cloud...
Do u believe in the art of growing old?
Do u believe that someone can save your soul...
Born into a privileged life,
Parents act like man n wife,usual rows n strife...
I remember the day so clearly,
a broken nose and bruised eyelid...
Smoking half a pack at once, still stressed.
Kick this shit, aint got a penny in my pocket...
When I was young,
my father used to bring home a newspaper...
Take a glimpse of my heart,
scan through all the clutter...
You once said that
sunbeams would guide...
I am complicated but easy going, I love hard but...
I'm an old soul writer
with a backyard pen...