Passion
The brighter thing get to realize your dreams,
Brings all the whole world to judge on your scene.
Im trying to ask you to open up your senses,
To all the fine things that tear down the fences.
Put up by, and kept by those who dont always listen.
To what the father told you they wont be missing.
Out and down on this childs intervention.
This boy never meant nothing but just to give you.

All about the passion. (x4)

Extra now extra wont you read all about it.
Seems youve grown up, turned your life around it
Dont judge him on what the others might say,
Youll be asking him for just one thing some other day.
Hes tryin, hes buyin, hes got himself a time
And it looks like, and it feels like, hes doing fine.
So wont you stay back off his line.
This boy never meant nothing but just to give you.

People, now people, wont you please understand.
This childs not thinking about what others chance.
The rains pouring down on him like harsh blowing sand.
Blinding game of darkness its no wonder he ran
Back to the old school right now if they see him though.
They know that hes brewing up a fresh batch of home stew
Now theyll sit back and if they only knew.
This boy never meant nothing but just to give you.