I ask you for forgiveness. I’ve made mistakes, and hurt people. my heart, like yours, is flawed and broken, and with these songs I make I pray for healing, for myself, for those listening, and for the ones I make them for. My words may hang with darkness, my words may bathe in light, but no matter what I know my creativity has fangs of its own, and if I don’t let it free it will eat me alive. I want to be better than I was yesterday, so please give me grace as I grow, and know that no matter what, I want my art to bring life, whether new, or for just a moment something back from the dead. Although now I dance on graves, someday it will be in front of all of you, at a concert with thousands, palm trees, and maybe then the sound of all of us singing will be louder than the ghosts that call my name. -patrick