Father, Thanks For Reaching Out And Lovingly,saying

Sometimes It's Tough Because I've Got To Sleep 15 Hours To Sing The Way I Want To. It's Not Easy Because My Vocal Chords Are Different Than Most People's.

It's Hard To Be Someone That People Talk About And Write About, You Know? They Don't Know Me.

Apparently I Don't Do Stairs, I Won't Walk On Carpet And I Refuse To Walk On Grass. How Do I Do To Get Around, Hover?

I Look Around And See The Things I Have, And I Remember Not Having Them. That Is One Thing That Keeps Me Grounded. I'm Definitely The Same Person I Was. . . . I Never Lose Me, I Never Lose The Real Person.

I Understand People Want To Hold On To Their Roots.