It seems as though that when
I try harder, I only get set back
Set back even farther
Father than when I first began
At first I was a sparkle in my
Mothers eyes, passing and
Succeeding
Passing classes and
Succeeding in Life
Now she can barely look at me
But now it seems as though
Im only good at music
Music is what keeps me going
Playing, listening, and watching
Its all music
It seems as though that when
I try harder I only go farther
Farther than when I first began
First sat down at the music stand
Thats when i know that
I AM PASSING
I AM SUCCEEDING
Because
I
AM
ALIVE
