Young days for young hearts
Fast days for running hearts
I found my place in an empty jar of hearts
Said I was crazy coz I fell in love
How amazing I was like a dove
But the air above couldn't find a place for art
The artless
The heartless
Great minds
Left behind
The questions they asked
The answers we had
But our voices we asked
Why could they not be heard
In the pages of my diary
I write a little story
That's all I'm left to do
With pages black and blue
In the pages of my diary
I write to you in symphony
That's all I'm left to do
With pages black and blue
Storytelling for the young at heart
C story is told of a man who had no heart
Cll he did was gather masses
Lie and cheat so he could pay no taxes
Greed and power were the basis of his life
The heartless
The artless
Great minds
Corrupted by hate
The lies we've been told
From the days of the old
Were to keep us from seeing
The state of our being
In the pages of my diary
I write a little story
That's all I'm left to do
With pages black and blue
In the pages of my diary
I write to you in symphony
That's all I'm left to do
With pages black and blue
Black and blue
Black and blue
Black and blue
Black and blue
Black and blue
Black and blue
In the pages of my diary
I write a little story
That's all I'm left to do
With pages black and blue
In the pages of my diary
I write to you in symphony
That's all I'm left to do
With pages black and blue