Age is 20,
Too much he thinks,
One heartbreak,
Whenever he touches it still stings.
Three real lovers,
And one make-out session in a back of a car,
A couple in his room,
One over the Nile,
And the last was at the bar.
Two favorite poets,
One Jewish sage
With songs verses so rare,
One Arab bard
From a hot deserts bare.
When he was 16,
He had a goal of becoming a successful engineer,
And the other is to make a million or two.
At 20, he's got only a keyboard and his energy is few.
Smokes to numb the daily sting,
Drinks to feel what life might bring.
He's full of love, it aches his heart,
Two real friends, a few colleagues,
And a guardian angel playing the harp.
Three sisters but he went away for college,
A father he can't stand up to,
Because he hasn't built the courage.
Twenty years still he knows nothing
Twenty years but he’s still scared
and doesn’t know what’s coming.