The Start of Change

My mind cannot be undermined Desensitized Compromised Only Heightened Enlightened Brightened How can you try to understand me You aren’t me So how can you try to see See how I tick Feel what it’s like when I get hit Why to me are your minds affixed You are Small in my hand A groupie to my band Nothing more than a grain of sand While I feel happy I fell from the heavens above Some of you try to destroy the love But you won’t see me run Some of you reading this may think my words are inspired by you That I write because you make me blue Sorry that’s not the truth I write from the heart Just trying to make a mark Before the world goes dark Because I can see a future and don’t focus on my past And that’s the problem with my class Because to them, the past has to come back and make a splash They have to bring up dead memories Dead enemies So I can never be free I can never be me