Soul Vent
Unable to cry like how I used to.
River of tears that could carry my heart away and my sorrowful blues.
Anger turns to frustration, I donβt know how to--I just canβt even
With the things going on in my life I canβt dance, draw, write like beforeΒ
And so I tried singing;
But my tone and my rhythm arenβt what it used to be;
I canβt remember what it was like to just be me.Β

















