It is simply too hard to love myself
My youth wasted
The facts become fiction as the world anticipated
Passion is everlasting, but where has all mine gone
My spirit rises with the upbeat tempo of the song

It is simply too hard to love myself
A man who stands as a tower to fall
The inside shelter to nothing, desolate like an empty hall
I fear if I continue I will truley lose it all
Or maybe I have already lost

~Another Dream Deferred

The heart plays its own melody
A vivacious and elaborate chorus of strings
A meticulous whirlwind of anticipation
Yet even in its grandeur it must pause for air

The mind can only listen
A cry of desperation it sings
A requiem for loves dedication
Yet even in its differences it matches itself a pair

The heart plays it's own melody
A Icarus before the end of its wings
Leaving the mind unto it's own interpretation
Love being the greatest thing the mind has to fear

The mind can only listen
What it hears, I cannot say
The heart is hooked on a drug called love
Now there is nothing left for the mind to play

~Another Dream Deferred