How sad would it be
To have to find out
that my favorite artist
Wasn't who I thought I knew,
through the lyrics I related to.
How mad could I be?
If every word I sang,
Wasn't how they felt,
It was just making bank.
You might not see it,
You might not know.
Every word you sang,
Meant more,
Than a sold out show.
Even if it was priced,
It's priceless to you,
That's true value,
That's what speaks to you.
My dear, so many artist out there don't know the impact they have in shaping minds. What you wrote is a point well written.
"How sad would it be
To have to find out
that my favorite artist
Wasn't who I thought I knew,
through the lyrics I related to. "
This first stanza caught my attention. well done.
Posted 7 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
7 Years Ago
Thank you so much, I work my fingers to the bone trying to stand out but relate and make people thin.. read moreThank you so much, I work my fingers to the bone trying to stand out but relate and make people think about things they haven't wondered about before.
My dear, so many artist out there don't know the impact they have in shaping minds. What you wrote is a point well written.
"How sad would it be
To have to find out
that my favorite artist
Wasn't who I thought I knew,
through the lyrics I related to. "
This first stanza caught my attention. well done.
Posted 7 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
7 Years Ago
Thank you so much, I work my fingers to the bone trying to stand out but relate and make people thin.. read moreThank you so much, I work my fingers to the bone trying to stand out but relate and make people think about things they haven't wondered about before.