In my mind there is no thought
of what I think or what I brought.
And of this time I can not wonder
if there is something that went asunder.
Now I think and I think aloud
is there something I�m not aloud
to think, to dream or even wonder?
Is that why I�ve gone asunder?
So why now do I think?
Is there something a bit to meek
about the way I have to meet
this person that wont let me speak.
But why cant I speak my mind?
I have some things to say to my kind.
Like, why is it so hard to find love within your hearts?
Are you to afraid to find love or do think love hurts
or is it that you have no time
to read, to think, or make a rhyme?
I know the world behind these walls
tho the only place I�ve walked are the halls.
I dream tho I�m not aloud
they wont even let me make a sound
but the things I�ve dreamed were not happy
the world as it is, is never happy.
I see war and things that make me cry.
But I wont let them know why.
Sometimes I try to stay awake
but then my mind just starts to quake.
I have to go, I can not stay
but come back another day.
