I once met him, uncle of the soul
He was living in the beating, he was rhyming with control

Oh, wonder where, why
he'd be
hoping for the sky

You'd meet him here,
and he'd be there
you'd plead him not to go
and you always know
that for him, Everywhere you'd flow

Always afraid,
of what could happen,
or that nothing would happen at all

but if I were artist
gentle, loving soul
this world would've been nicer
that everyone does know.

but i'm just a human
never really there
Hoping, but with sparkles
without a heart or soul.