I tried to write you a letter
but this time stopped
So familiar with the heaviness
and futility
of forcing myself to be more

Rob Thomas sings to me
and I know you’re so tired
of all these men
winning me over with their
winning smiles and dark sides

Your lawn mower music
Tom Petty and Bruce Springstein
were okay, but the Guns
and Roses made me realize
how incompatible we were

The Christian music
you never listened to
were the songs that spoke
to my Spirit and freed me up
to worship freely with passion

With the adoration and love
you so wished was yours
You and me both
So immature and turning
every day into better champions