I Say, Father, The Years Have Brought

No One Can Write Like Vallejo And Not Sound Like A Fraud. He's Just Too Much Himself And Not You.

I Find You In These Tears, Few, Useless And Here At Last. Don't Come Back.

I Say, Father, The Years Have Brought Me Here, Still Your Son, They Have Brought Me To A Life I Cannot Understand.

Some Things You Know All Your Life. They Are So Simple And True They Must Be Said Without Elegance, Meter And Rhyme...they Must Be Naked And Alone, They Must Stand For Themselves.

I Write What's Given Me To Write.