Decode

I hate the way sometimes my mind Messes around with all my emotions Anger and ,rage clouding ideas and notions Guilt and regret causing turmoil and commotion I look to the west to see the sun rising I look to the the east to see it set In between is not so clear yet. And at times I cannot draw on a single possitive thing Everytime I try to think ,its all of those negative things And everytime just feel im flying high Something comes along that stings And so I must find a relief A way to dig deep beneath To drag it all out ,with my bare hands Because I feel it will help, If i can understand And know it may take a many year It's taken 40 years of this, just to get here And so I say thank you to you For your eyes and for your ears.

Outside of a tube station , he sits in the rain with a plastic cup Some days hes down, some days hes up A victim of circumstances ,raised by a drunk ,with a hundred romances Abused physically and mentally once or twice almost fatally, Left to fend for no 1 Till adult hood from very young Learned ,to hussle ,learned to steal ,learned to fight,learned to kill Bruised and battered was just a Tuesday to him. He tried the schemes ,the counsellors saught to inject him into But before too long it was something else that he was injecting, Numbing the pain was all he had , Untill one day ,found close to death Of all life he was Bereft, Awoken in a hospital bed ,when something clicked inside his head. A plan, a dream, the coma forced An idea so clear , an objective course , Weeks past by ,and visits none Discharged from there ,and 5 years gone He leaves his wife and sleeping son ,to work he goes , From tube station, and there he sees ,a young man ,who sits in the rain with a plastic cup.

Give me your body So I can rub my Pride Give me your mind So I can tell a lie Give me your wings So i can learn to fly Give me your answer So i can ask a question Give me some love So I have an obsession Give me a reason So I can have intention Give me some pills So I can be calm Give me some money So I can get by Give me a gun So I can shoot the sky

The faces in a crowd Are like faces in the clouds Theres something inherently there To see shapes everywhere. The dead are best left where they are, There are many theories, maybe when the soul leaves the body, it travels past mars Before it finds its final resting place Walls without ceilings Love without feelings Words with no meanings Cuts without pain ,are they relieving ? All these questions I have, in my mind Sometimes all at the same time, And can be hard to decipher them But I will try again and again.