Clean chords and crisp tones. Never distorted and always my own. I speak about the songs I write, and the feelings which I feel at night. Clean and crisp like the cool night air. Do you lie in bed and wander, why are you here? Clean thoughts and clean ideals, a clean existence which should always remain real. Never faking and always true. My heart lives on my sleeve. Keeping me close to me, and me even closer to you.
A clean beginning progressing to a clean end. An interesting thought if you see this life we’re living in. We come into this world on a canvas untouched. Our souls are for the shaping, is this pressure too much? Will you stay strong or slowly become feeble? Will the clean thoughts and clean ideals become outweighed by the evil?
The answer is unknown like our future and not our past.
The clean always remains. The evil lingers, but never lasts. The years will pass and the time will come. Evil has lost and clean has won. An old soul you will be, clean and pure like the morning sun rising over the blue sea.