I’ve painted my world bright, with a wide brush
I’ve sung the sweet songs, and written the dark rhymes
I’ve danced with the war demons and sang with angles, what a rush
I’ve loved and been loved, it was tender, beyond sublime
I’ve climbed snow peaked mountains and felt the silent hush
I’ve ridden the whirlwinds of time; have few regrets and make
no apologies for my life’s rhythm or rhyme
