These words of another man,
Getting me through every day,
Defining this person that I am,
When I’ve turned all else away,
These words are strong enough,
To accept as my own, if only I,
Were the rightful owner of such,
Words, and such a gorgeous mind.
And these words of another man,
Have kept me living for this long,
There is really no way that I can,
Thank you for all you have done,
Even if you never knew how much,
You have inspired over the years,
And the ways you have touched,
Me personally without being here.
These words of another man,
Created an illusion all can see,
And reached each individual fan,
With both significance and piety.
These words are pure emotion,
From a single heart they bleed,
Forming the most sincere ocean,
Of hope that anyone could need.
All these words of another man,
Perfecting what I wanted to say,
If I were strong enough to stand,
To tolerate every bit of the pain.
With these words I will grow old,
As I grow strong, as I grow tall,
You remind me I can stay COLD,
And having nothing, is having all.
But these words of another man,
Will always be able to remind me,
That all I once was, is what I am,
And accepting myself might be,
The toughest challenge I ever,
Need to find faith in to endure.
I can find God, but I can never,
Continue without your words.