Driven By Fear I do not rate it much – this life It is but simply a series of gauges and dials With all the joy and happiness it gives There’s the pain and disappointment that accompanies It is impossible to have one without the other And after a short time of stress and strain. We are committeed to the earth. Cold. Dark. I do not rate it much – this talent Yes I possess it, and oh so bountifully People applaud and scream when I am on stage They serenade me with sweet words…
