If you love him, like you say
And you're scared he'll walk away...

Sin wants to take me down
Everytime I turn around...

I am the proudest husband
You could ever find...

Of course you wouldn't know me
I'm the voice that is always here...

I'm tired of all you idiots
That blames the world for your life...

Changing the world doesn't result
From large gestures alone...

A poem does not have to rhyme
to be called a work of art...

The last seven months I've been beat,
Smashed, pounded, rolled, and stomped...

Someday you'll be knocked off of your rocker
For a big change will send you a shocker...

This life that I've been given
Is not the one I'd ask...

-b-
Its about the thrill...

Another year
Another day...