Austin Carlile
going hard in the paint,
he sings his ache,
and bears a stuffed octopus
as a mascot
-
getting tattoos for fans
and defending Disneyland,
he stands on a stage
to speak
-
reminding those who have fallen
it’s never too late to rise,
and the sun will always be
on your side
-
'we’re a family,’
he points out to the crowd,
‘I will never let you stay
knocked down.’
-
and it’s sad to know
that even with all this proof,
there’s still doubt that
he’s much more below
-
the surface of his skin,
though it's tough and thick,
is a man who's given so much hope
he sings his ache,
and bears a stuffed octopus
as a mascot
-
getting tattoos for fans
and defending Disneyland,
he stands on a stage
to speak
-
reminding those who have fallen
it’s never too late to rise,
and the sun will always be
on your side
-
'we’re a family,’
he points out to the crowd,
‘I will never let you stay
knocked down.’
-
and it’s sad to know
that even with all this proof,
there’s still doubt that
he’s much more below
-
the surface of his skin,
though it's tough and thick,
is a man who's given so much hope
♠ ♠ ♠
My paper's supposed to be argue that band members do more than produce the music you listen to out of boredom; they help you pass the time, heal your wounds and define you as person. this isn't the final draft, btw. maybe. I might edit it. and this isn't an 'ode,' is it? eh.