"Mad men decide what mad is,
Turning witches and saints to ashes."
While we fight to end the madness,
Visionaries are labeled mad,
The Mad labeled visionaries.
And tis too late to recant this,
Because it has already happened.
Somewhere,
A girl sits in a padded cell,
Convinced she is crazy,
When she may really be the answer,
To all of our problems.