These eyes weren't made for crying, this love wasn't made to waste. These arms weren't made for battle, but to share in your embrace.

I want to try to not be the child that had to go through too much too young. I want to be who I am now and not who I was then.

I dont know if hell exists, but there sure as hell are some people who dont belong in heaven.

I refuse to make uninspired music.

Don't let what you have to heal from blind you to how much there is to heal for.

These eyes weren't made for crying, this love wasn't made to waste. These arms weren't made for battle, but to share in your embrace.

I grew up listening to spiritual music, Blind Willie Johnson and folk.