Welcome to My Asylum

Cages of steel should remain locked Full of emotion, the cage is alive
Inmate or prisoner, ruled by reality
Keep out or beware of inmate response
The inmate is human, and afriad of himself

Moment of truth, when words come true
When I love my girl becomes I hate that bitch
I'm not bitter, I'm intense, I'm cold
I spoke my heart, in return I died
Maybe I'll move on, or retire back to the asylum

© 1994, William R. Craft, Jr. All Rights Reserved