Track 3

 It was then
 I was ten
 Age of innocence
 Virgin to all elements
 Roaming, searching for myself
 Crawling in the back of my mind
 To a world behind my eyes
 Leaving the real one behind
 No one knew what lied inside, but I
 A world full of surprise

 Finally coming alive, butterfly
 Finding myself outside
 Out my front porch
 Singing to myself
 Songs Ive learned along my way
 Soothing my big empty
 Under the sun
 I was fourteen then
 Pretending on stage
 Reciting my mothers book of poetry
 Generating my elusive world into reality
 Transforming into someone
 That I would eventually become

 Then magic happened
 Constellation were aligned
 Fate brought us together
 Hidden away in the attic
 Box full of albums
 I found you
 Waiting for the sun and
 An American Prayer
 Hidden in darkness
 Eighteen gems
 That would totally create who I was then and now
 Listening to your voice
 Music and invocation was all around me
 Telling me to shake dream from my hair
 And croon beneath the moon
 From your Ghost Song
 Finally track number three
 Awaken, let the ceremony begin
 Listening and falling into you
 Into your poetic soul seeping into mine
 Becoming whole
 This piece would become the epitome of inventing me

 -ADuarte