I was broken
From a young age
Taken my sulking
To the masses
Writing my poems
For the few
That look to me, took to me,
Shook to me, feeling me
Singing from
Heartache from the pain
Taking my message
From the veins
Speaking my lesson
From the brain
Seeing the beauty
Through the ¡Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, ¡Believer!