Tick Tok, Tick Tok, BOOM!
My mind is my body and my soul is the tree
So how is it that I've become the prisoner of me?
Can it be the way the sun lights the land?
Or is it the way the wind touches my hand?
Breathless take backs of my own memoirs
Settling memories of my own guitar
My life the strings of my prison unkept
Will also be the memories that I'll never forget
Swade by the sound of natures music, but still the war of my mind
Sometimes my prison feels safe, that is until my emotions unwind
My strings tremble, as does my flesh
The song I heard has regressed to the unsettling sound of my hearts distress
Baptize me in the water of pure
This way I know tat I'm your for sure
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