The constant fear of pleasant shame
Delay the love for pleasing them and find the love for ear's affection
Play on... Create something for yourself
This isn't for them
Play on... Ideas are a thinkers weapon
Use them till the end
Better yourself, though your thouhts
And never through ones request
Something to prove to yourself
Through this it is not the answer
If you've ever had a thought
Express through mind and maybe you'll find another
What we used to do as a tradition
Is now lost as a condition
When we used to listen
We now only hear
This is a message
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 8:59 PM UTC
The constant fear of pleasant shame
Delay the love for pleasing them and find the love for ear's affection
Play on... Create something for yourself
This isn't for them
Play on... Ideas are a thinkers weapon
Use them till the end
Better yourself, though your thouhts
And never through ones request
Something to prove to yourself
Through this it is not the answer
If you've ever had a thought
Express through mind and maybe you'll find another
What we used to do as a tradition
Is now lost as a condition
When we used to listen
We now only hear
This is a message
This is a an old song I wrote a while back.