If you were to love me.
I would be strong I'd be weak...

Like a pebble in the sea
I search for my dream...

Oh how easy it is to deceive ones self
With so much confusion from too many emotions...

Although these words you may not understand
To me their clear as day...

Don't I know it
I never said I was a poet...

Brick by Brick I chip away the mortar
My only fear is what you will find there...

Offer your excitable tears
and sing your empty words...

Freedom given
by the way of these chains...

Each stroke a thought confined
Hidden visions of the mind...