He passes through in a black hoodie with a good heart//
The kind of soul to lay words on top of earth//
The kind of guy to mentor his own self//
Do you define your own self worth?//
Do you carry your own torch?//
Create your own fire, is well deserved of light//
Pretty self explanatory, but not to the regular eye//
But any regular guy, can catch up to the dreams//
The dreams go bye, gone and not passed by//
Out of reach, in the hands, of the sand, in the sky...

Pyscho in the garden..