Prisoner of the Mind

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So many years I locked away my tears
Been controlled by my peers and preyed upon by my fears
Each waking hour
The power that I controlled
The power that I once did hold
Melts away -that shit get old
Someone once said happiness is gold
But my happiness is coal and cold
Black and dusty
Shoved away in an empty cave that is dusty
Must be
Must mean this curse has a hold on me
I will hold on to hope tight
I will continue to smile, until my smile is ripe
And maybe then
The stormy clouds will no longer be grey
And I will sing of the joyous day
That my fears and tears melted away
                                        ~LaRaw

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