I gag the sight of my past
And the child I used to be
Time tears me down so fast
Then I see, I was never free

My jaw is of quartz and dirt
And in my tears, it turns to mud
I make music though it may hurt
And the flood that flows is my blood

My blood, sweat, tears and love
All thrown up on the page
Came from shapes in the clouds above
In my dreams from my earliest age
...
I dreamt of art, I dreamt of love.