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

Freedom given
by the way of these chains...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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