In the stairwell all too much I knew very well,
He brought me the bread to make my mind go from dead,
This Pandora’s box was covered with locks,
He took them off with the key & had the will to help me see,
He had the guts to open this box to change the ruts,
Now no problems exist in the boxes midst,
He broke the stone covering minds home,
I didn’t need his physical bliss to change where my mind had missed,
Gave me the blessing kiss of his own mind it took me in & changed how I was blind...
