I
lie here in my basement
If in fact one's soul can have a
basement
I don't cry
I don't know why
I don't moan
Don't care even if I'm alone
So hungry
If ones soul can
be hungry
So tired
Can't sleep while in reality I'm
mired
Here there is fire
Though I lie here like a funeral
pyre
Soon voices will reach me
If voices can reach this
deep in me
Someday I'll laugh and cry
But now I just look
for something to fry
Funny how those naive souls
Tripped
into my many dark cold holes
Each day I wonder how to
dress
While I lie here emotionless
Ahhhh wait a minute who
turned on the light?
This is causing way too much fright
As
I shrink into the darkest corner
All the children I've trapped
come to me closer
Each stands and at me glowers
Then I see
a hole into my soul it leads lower
But then the light
brightens thicker
And in every child it seems a lone candle
flickers
Now I look again to the hole
It leads deeper into
darkness or is that my soul
What is this why am I askin'
questions
When I taught each tiny soul their lessons
Turn
again to these rebels I do
To let them know their rebellions
through
Wait that's impossible
Totally improbable
As
I look at their faces happiness I see
And it begins to fill the
deepest crevices in me
Now in my heart I feel a lone candle
ignite
Like a cave of ice against the inferno I fight
When
I awake
The hole that I thought was my escape is now plastic and
fake
And as I step into the light old hands I shake
Friends
who came to make right my mistake
Now I laugh and cry
My
face seems to fall off it's so dry
But it's just a mask
Of
dirt and grime prepared for this gruesome task
Of rebirth
And
happy mirth
Alas what sad
Events must transpire to remove
what is bad
But all is now made new
And again my soul can
see the sky so clear and blue