i hear things
i dont know where it comes from
or who or what creates these things i hear
these sounds crescendo to a fortress of acceptance
they sing sad songs
because that is what my mind holds dear
haunting melodies of sweet love gone sour
make my head sway with a sense of knowing
because these songs are my stories
and in my mind i dont need to cower
from a house singing dark melodies
i can arrange those tunes so others will know my pain
i hear things and yes i may sound crazzy
but keep quiet please
just for a moment
while i finish this song