All I ever want to be is content,
So even if you disbelieve my content,
My songs meant more to me,
Than they ever could for you,
You don't like em, good for you
I compromise for no one,
So why you think I would for you
I want to write the old wrongs,
Committed as a young soul,
My grandfathers looking down,
Watching how I unfold,
Promises I made and broke,
My life inside a page of notes,
My heart in every phrase I wrote
Unconditional.

Love, I position in renditions of my spiritual
Words, first, its more than being lyrical,
I turn to rhymes, my mum turns to bibles
My father turns to drink, truth be told
Well I do, plans for writing story books
Fall shorter than Haiku's,
I gotta lotta dreams, and one in particular,
Seeing what I seen, the one to thing to lift me up
Is maybe in a decade, when my younger days are done,
My one true dream, is just to raise to son,
Show him to walk, and I will never walk out
Mine taught me to talk, and we don't talk now
Well mark my words and maybe listen in,
I know you never planned this, at the moment of my christening
Dipped the holy water, and then called me Christian,
Whoever's listening I doubt knows my real name,
Or even what I look like, but they can see the pain
I don't hide the scars now, why should I be ashamed
I'm brave enough to stand here, show my weaknesses
You can only be strong, when you know what weakness is,
Seeing death, made me realise of life - how bittersweet it is.