Inside, the grinding stone turns and crushes my soul.
I open my eyes every waking day to find the pain.
Cruelty has taken over your personality and changed the light.
Understanding but not accepting the cruel fate that has become you.
I wish the feathers to lift and heal your fragile soul.
Your eyes, sad and full of frustration, cry out loud in silence.
Days are nights while time is nothing to understand.
Inside, you are but hidden for the outside world to understand.
Once, you were the joy and care to all without a doubt.
Emotions are distorted in your brain as a grey cloud.
We see but can’t find you inside that fragile mind.
Where did it start, and how will it end?
Do you see us as we are, or is that just blinded by that cloud?
I wish for the feather to wipe the grey cloud with some light.
We are here and see it all been taken day by day.
Where were that time that you could laugh and love?
I wish for that feather to clean it all out.
Angel Rob / Mr. Mind