Everybody is saying
That there’s something wrong with me
But everybody is running
And they never move at all
Everyone is happy
Behind a veil of illusion
But someday from the fence they will fall
Everybody is saying
Without truly doing
Everybody is dreaming
Pointing fingers in blame
Just because I won’t play their game

This was written by an angry man (me) sitting in the psych ward. If we don’t begin listening instead of hearing the cries of the insane there will be endless tragedy within the world caused by the mentally ill.

Copyright Rich Love © 2008