it’s true when they say that art and music express things that all of our individual souls can’t. andrew osenga lives within a personality that must resemble mine.

“I caught myself looking in the mirror, wishing I was someone else. I was born, with a bleeding heart and veins of loneliness. I know it, I’ve seen it, I’ve held it in my arms. But love can’t seem to break me down. I’ve pleaded, I’ve begged, I’ve bloodied my eyes, just to feel it, to believe it will stick around. Swing wide the glimmering gates, swing wide the glimmering gates.

I told myself the habits and secrets were just to get me through, to get me through the nights. But I got lost in a world of angles, in city and greys and lies. And I feel it, I taste it, the longing to be free, the joy of believing like a child. So you,you then listening (reading), will you send up a prayer for me? To help me find the light? Swing wide the glimmering gates, leave your pride and pain, swing wide the glimmering gates, and be innocent again. innocent again. Swing wide the glimmering gates.

One day, I believe, I will open up my eyes, just to see the good work that was begun. And I’ll be the only things I’ve ever wanted to be. and I’ll know that I belong.”