Don’t make me feel the way I seem
On a level such as yours
For the clothes I have on with such black gleam
Are not nearly me, for sure.
What could be near to what’s inside?
Is no fear, hate, or doubt
The love within that I cannot hide
My colors, no life without.
Times going fast and theres not much left
But I think I’ll be just fine
Stick to sound, keep mine, no theft
And keep the past behind
So please, if you will, don’t fear or hate
For music’s my life, my future, my fate.
By: Austin Chadwick
