Fallen but not broken from a height.
The mindless wondering of a soul that needs sight.
I wonder about the light every time in the shadows when I hide.
Never become careless from fear and grief.
Is it the coldness that makes it tens?
Humanity lost its kindness and belief inside.
My fear for all of mankind is that I don’t want to be right.
I wait for the sun to come up and bath me in light.
Nature heals the wounds I created in my mind.
It’s was inside you from the start.
No more fleeing into the dark to mask the pain in the heart.
Listen to the voices that sing the tunes of care.
Sing along to make it loud and more aware.
This time I will be solid and full of mental gear.
I chose to be the one who cared from the day I opened my eyes.
Now I am Looking into myself and feel the warmth I enjoy being.
We came from far to be where we are.
Time to set it free and become one with all that was to exist.
Angel Rob / Mr. Mind