On the road to fire,
For there isn’t room in heaven.
Got a steadfast desire,
A home left to pursue monetary gains.
Dreaming of hope, when family is broken.
Longing for friends, for isolation has gotten lonely.
As time toils on.
So too does this ageing horizon.
Youthful foolish play turns to a rhythm of wisdom.
When I die, I know I’ll leave behind a legacy!
A legacy that’s kept within the music kingdom.
For others to one day discover.
Then the cycle of this circle continues on.
The baton is passed on to the next runner.
With Trends and rumors circulating, controversy always lingering a bit further behind.
And if one does not follow, they are eating by lions.
Touring nations and loving ladies when roaming town to town.
Loving every moment.
Until that moment fades to memories.
That will one day make for great stories.