There may be a brighter star. But through my eyes the light of you is all I see.

Are you happy when you stick a needle in your vein?

The power has to be in your desire to see everyone thrive.

Shattered dreams, worthless years, here I am encased in a hollow shell. Life began, then was done, now I stare into a cold and empty well.

Families buying dog food now, starvation roams the streets. Babies die before their born, infected by the grief.

I've always asked to be able to speak and write about injustice and to do it in a way that would encourage people to make things better for everyone.

I was so bad. Out of control. So glad I turned out to be a nice guy.