you can put notes on paper
you can think about a girl
but there's nothing about that
until someone hears your courage
it doesn't matter then
as long as you meant it
the sound of your soul
or the love in your mind
is not a lonely man's sadness
it is the way life must be existed
even if they can't hear what you mean
or a piece of paper is ripped from your heart
but my son
you think I am too old for love
that how can I know to want it
or what to do with it
but I know how I lost it
how I am afraid of it
yes I remember what it is that you want
but I also know how to survive it
and that is my curse
that I know how survive
when instead I should know how to die for it