NINETEEN .. .
I started writing when I was nineteen but that’s a lie
The child became a man when he had learned to cry
If I was nineteen today I might just long to die
Sixteen, fourteen, my father broke my heart
Compulsion is not something your taught, he tore my heart apart
You learn to listen, you yearn to find your place, you learn to lie
Where are the fathers, off playing games?
Just being there is a duty, a boy becomes a man, a man becomes a rock
If I was fourteen today and my father went away?
I started writing when I was fifteen and that’s the truth
I met a man once called Alan, my truest, better self
A sturdy guy who wore a tie, he taught me all I know