Skim

Artists have character 

always looked up to

Well maybe that was true

community held you high

But never saw your heart

never knew the scars

A mind that wouldn’t jar

when a man needs a friend

when someone’s left alone

the eyes that wouldn’t cry

that try not to understand 

for better or worse Next to you

I have a heart of gold

A hook to hang a soul

◄ Rinse and Repeat

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