Held my hang, cherished my touch.

Ragged cloth, weaken spirits

I was so sure we truly fucked it up that time

Tripped over my own ego, snared by an easier road

The distance stands equal to yesterday

Childhood amnesia? I disagree

I could be merry and breeze through

Hard work, blood, sweat and tears

For it rains, even indoors, tonight

On special occasions, such as this

A shared birthday, birthright, connecting

Damaged pride, injuries that open up

Whenever words get exchanged pound by pound

It got me thinking

After all is settled dust and done

Dawn and sunrise shall follow

Once more, regardless and inconsequential

For I matter so very, very little to most

And that is quite alright

I find charming to be taught and schooled

For idols of mine not of old in shambles

Familiar voices, sweet adoring voices

They talked of memories 

As if to warn me, I rest assured

Preoccupied for my health, bless their souls

I fear not to be missing out

For I am a man on a mission

Never to be engulfed on that which is wicked

And achieve, through action and virtue

Something I can take good measure and rest upon

As the worthy soil and show of those who made it possible

What then to make them realize

Should the flesh falter

And my tones tremble

For I am a mere mortal and weary from travel

And experimentation alike

I shan't give up yet, furthermore, ever

To try to make a change and generate it

To inspire and produce providence

To some, never simply to captivate through necessity

Never that, far too plain and liable to sin

Not exactly what I suppose

You came here today to hear my dear?

Well..
"I don't really wanna be the bitch that gets shit and bottles it
Deliberately swallows it, one elss contender, life
They'll provide the documents to make believe you're gonna fit
Spend your time as a militant, self-help perfection hype 

We can make this real
Already tried to go for gold
Let's go! For the stories that remain untold."