Lived quite a life
No expectations
Happiness is overrated
Joy is needed, but where is it

He would battle life
in ways others couldn't see nor be
New beats are always demanded
A melody is needed, he is it

Good isn't good enough
Spoiled and you're forgotten
The waves wash away
the traces in the flat sand

Not much sunlight,
just a cold yesterday afternoon
that struggles to welcome the night
and darkness appears too soon

(He's so naïve. It will come)

Only he knows if he's lost
or where to be found
yet he's the cold yesterday afternoon
that fights to stay warm

He's too naïve, a soul in the storm
a desire to shift and reborn
yet bound by fate, rough and torn
he lives to play and perform.