In My Shed

Save me mother, please
I’m begging on my bended knees
I’ve done my days of crying in the shed
Won’t you save me mother, please?
I need a remedy for my disease
A shelter from the voices in my head
I’m letting out whatever is inside
I’ll burn it down to clear my state of mind
I’m about to leave my shed
In my shed I thought
I had the things to make my fly
But I know now I won’t come too far
No wonder why I burned my shed down
I’m reaching out my hand
Grab it, save a shapeless man
Broken wings, no reason not to fly
I’m reaching out my hand
Mother try to understand
Even if I’m blind, I’m free to cry