used to have a hunger in my soulpoetry and rock 'n roll would fill my aching hoursmusic was the way that I'd escapeI'd hide behind the pretty walls my sadness would createand I'd write all the timescattered pages filled with rhyme tried to chase away the racing in my mindeveryday I'd wake up and I'd singafraid of what my thoughts would bring I'd seek melodic distractionmelodies quelled maladies and fearsand filled my head with grand escapist humors and ideasand I'd ride on the tidepainting pictures for to find an elixir for the love we left behindemptiness and discontent gave birth to thoughts of famethe artist in me starving for attention and acclaimhoping it would quench the fire and offer up a curebut how do you replace a love so precious and so pureand the artist isn't starving anymoreif God is so infallible and strongwhy does He always take the wrong people at the wrong timeperhaps He's just so caught up in His planthat He doesn't understand the things He puts us throughI loved you…I loved you...used to be that melody was what life was all aboutand lyrics trapped inside my soul were screaming to get outbut it seems that all the dreams have fallen to the floorand the ghosts of poets past don't come to visit like beforeand the artist isn't starving anymore.