An unreleased song from a few years ago...

Teacher, Teacher:

Before the ink dried on the pages,
the words became useless alone.
Without the coins,
the money to exchange them
nor the eyes to read them through

I could never name the cost
of the inspiration lost by you

Would I accept the challenge without listening
for the telltale signs of an awaiting hoax?
I hold out my hands to carry what you offer
though it seems a bit too heavy to throw...

Rely on the moves you taught me since we started
I've been dreaming of a trustworthy hold...