He had a broken heart and a messed up head. Scars that healed yet if touched, burned deep within. Bowed down head with earplugs shutting the world; he had his own land of peace. Music gave him life that rest has failed to. A reason to live his monotonous life. Look deep in his dark eyes, you will see hope. Hope of going big in life. Ravishing talent he acquires but no place to reveal. It was the flow and rythm that was so true and innocent that some were attracted to. A pure heart and excellent taste in music. A rare collection of people we dont address anymore
