The Tune...

A child alone in daddy's room,
The gun was hidden here,
No one home to catch me when I fall,

A young man now in a private chair,
I've seen the world through a bitter stare,
But my dream is still alive,
I'm going to be the best I can

I want to be a busy man,
I want to see a change in the future,
I'm gonna make the best of what I have,
I want to write for a magazine,
I'm gonna be the best they've ever seen,
I know I'll win if I give it all I can,

I won't let go, gonna make the grade,
No, I won't let go,
To be the best man, the best man that I can,

Back street hoop star you've got it good,
You were the wonder of the crumbling neighborhood,
Now taking bids on the next six digit plan,
Showed me that my will survived,
The tragedy that came into my life,
Giving me hope and the new start,
That I have..

I won't let go, gotta make the grade,
No, I won't let it go,
To be the best man, the best man that I can,

Step by step I dream the plan,
From my chair to walking man,
This constant dream is on my mind,
Chase the light I see ahead,
Luminate the path I tread,
I live to be the best I can,

Now I'm moving forward,
And I'm never looking back,
Straight ahead, focused on the big attack,
On a roll and I'm never slowing down,
I won't be torn between,
the man in the chair, And the man that's in my dream,
I'm going to melt the two men into one,

I won't let go, gotta make the grade I set,
No, I won't let it go,
To be the best man, the best man that I can



Name it, Eric