Let the Demons Cling to My Soul

Swirling around in darkness I am
Not letting it show
I might feel so low
Hearing the dark birds crow
But none of you will see it
I will be it
I will hold it all in for no one to see
That this is the true me

People just you are tugging at my strings.
I will never be all powerful I will never be king
There are things that I shelter form the world
Wonderful and wet of life as the wide world is
I am not going to subject it to my pain

On the outside I look fine
That’s because the pain is all mine
I will tell you I am doing fine
Because I care about peoples feeling more than I do mine

People what to lift me up
To drink from the cup
But I don’t understand
A figment of their imagination
One nation
Under God
I see me myself
Just a pawn in the cycle of life

Life
Does it have meaning?
Why are we here
What do we have to hold close my dear

I am lost
In myself
Not willing to break the strings
My happiness is of immaterial thought.
I strive to be better with no one less but myself .