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

I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less

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

I embrace your wild side And all that it entails Presence, passion, overkill And dirt beneath my nails

Really want to ask you out ‘Cause I feel a special bout Of the things we dream about Discipline and love devout

Caught a glance Just by chance And it somehow moved me Head snapped Thunder clapped

I’ve lost my joy Not sure where it went I can’t remember It’s sweet smelling scent It had to do

Fumbling in the dark Searching for my clothes Looking for a girl With my third eye closed

I have a grip that’s never loose That’s why I always get my goose I dig my claws into your soul Until I’m your silver and gold

Don’t give me your heart I can’t bear that pain Being lonely hurts less Than giving you my name

I like pretty girls With really tight curls That know how to dance and move me They gyrate and flex And downright perplex

People tell me not to think About my own demise But what if that’s the only thing That brightens up my eyes

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

Be... Fun loving Hard working Compassionate And ruthless

If I had one wish And a pound weighed a ton I’d hope you’d know my heart And the extent of my love