Sweat dripped in the sun blinding my sights,
I dredge through long days and short nights.
My confidants nod and cheer me on and on.
I took flight to prove that I could do no wrong.
The sweet relief of their faces shows me I'm right.
So it took me forever to pick up a pen and to write.
Yeah I'm not the prettiest human being in the park.
And the things I write ain't gonna tip off no charts.
I'm a wearer of a heart suspended off my sleeve.
None the more deserving of any gifts I may receive.
At the end of the day, nothing sacred comes for free.
The pretty faces show pretty places my heart gets me.
