Words, words, words...

¿"More than words"?, it's simply at least what I ask!

One day we will, one day we will... One day is so far
Realize the changes I've taken and the challenges I've faced

Broken was I before you, before them, before my own
But I stand above the fear to shout the truths behind the scars

Words are my shelter, music is my passion, alone is the walk
And that old rusted four letters together are my way among all

And what I ask in return are the things that make me happy:
Peace of heart and stability of life, solve that and I'll be ready