Christian G. Smith

I grab a pencil and draw my name on the atmosphere
So the Hollywood sign isn't the only thing that will appear
No plane can smear
My artistic ability because whatever I produce is permanent
So at the end of the day that is not even a fear
Dear Home,
They say the house is where the heart is
I will always love you but I finally broke the "barbed wire"
By the hands of the most high so I can go higher
I broke the prison bars
So I have no other option but to go far
They say the sky is the limit
So the next time you see me I'm going to be moon walking on Mars
Matter of fact...
I'm going to spark up this dream at a gas station running through landmines
Hoping that this vision of mines will blow up in time
Doubters say I'm insane
For me wanting to go on this Midnight Plane
Saying that I'm never gonna make it beyond the boarder
But if the days get colder
My passion will be the motor
For my drive, my automobile
So the one's after me can feel
The pride, the determination, the lust
the rush of a dream but the spotlight is not a must
But before
I get on this plane I'm just gonna keep this small little hope
SO to end this letter....
Home, I will always love you
But love can wait, I got a dollar and a dream
And I will go broke...

I am Christian G. Smith Jr.