Shoot! (For The Stars)

Red in my eyes

Black on my feet

Blue are my bruises

And white are my sheets

Middle name is Paul

Or you could call that Brave

Deep is my heart

Lovely is my faith

Imperfectedly Perfected

Nothing about me is faked

Facing the facts

To the exact the mathematics attack

Odds look to be against my favor

But with blue bleeding my bruises

And the bottom of my feet being black

I'm packing up my back-pack

And gearing up to chase the cars

Back tracking my tracks

I'm looking above the stars

Within my own mind I'm burning away my scars

Above the best I soar

And with the Greatest, I'm shooting for Mars!