I'm Not 20 Years Old

He Earned His Love Through Discipline, A Thundering Velvet Hand, His Gentle Means Of Sculpting Souls Took Me Years To Understand.

My Upbringing Made Me Think That Real Legitimate Music Is Written, Not Heard

Love Like A Phantoms Lights But Hold In The Heart, It Builds Like The Empty Smile Adorning A Statue With Sightless Eyes.

The Outlet For My Sorrow, That I Do Feel Deeply, And The Pain, Is The Songs. That's Where It Goes.

How Many More Idols Must You Find Before You Realize That You Are The One You Have Been Searching For?