People wonder why he tries so hard just to reach his dreams,

Because if he fails he has no future he believes,

So he writes his tortured ballads and empties out his stress,

But he can't write himself out of this mess.

And now a story is being written down word by word,

He writes over the wounds and acts like he doesn't hurt,

Lyrics of songs blaring to his inspiration,

Hoping one day to capture the the world's imagination.

But what happens when his mind is under key and lock,

When he can't even overcome some writing block,

So now he's lost the only thing he does right,

When he loses his reason to live he might die.

But he can't just decide to give up,

So he writes himself a brand new crutch,

And he keeps on marching on,

Writing a new world lit by a new dawn.

And now he begins work on a new narrative,

Writing is the reason that he continues to live,

He fought battles that no one will ever see,

And now he locks his pain in a new story.