He had a stroke at the age of 24. It could have been a brilliant career. Painting lines in a school that was too well known. Painting lines with a friend that had gone before.
Is it wicked not to care when they say that you're mistaken. Thinking hopes and lots of dreams that aren't there?. Is it wicked not to care when you've wasted many hours.
I fought in a war and I left my friends behind me. To go looking for the enemy, and it wasn't very long. Before I would stand with another boy in front of me.
For clear space and soundness of mind. I've let you play me for some time. One can only receive and retain. But the lies you recite for your gain. . So you rely on my faith in your kind.