What good am I if my mind sees through the eyes of thieves and knaves and my words are fashioned from malice so as to say I lie with vagabonds and sleep with flea dogs these are my brothers tell me do What good am I
I may be simple words But if you Write me some music And let me translate them With my voice Then I will show you They are simply Not just Words Anymore
Artistry of song writing and singing is such a gift. At least I can enjoy listening.