You wore your heart upon your sleeve, so now you can be free,
but, yet so lost out at sea,
calling SOS.
Everything vanished as if it fades away within the sands of time,
your fans cried never leave me as if they could turn back the tide,
he is now at a peace of mind,
he had died.
Hold the line,
he was so divine,
excuse me Mr Sir,
as some say.
The voice of heaven,
Some shriek,
but it ain't a thing to me,
it may seem like tough love at times.
I gave off a bad reputation,
some say too many drugs,
not enough sleep,
my heart skipped a few beats.
Yet i'm proven to be a legend,
my songs are not a fail,
from the dead I return my music to restore all,
that was lost.
-Landen Sharp
