The wind the stars the moon the rain .

My mind my scars my tune my pain.

Alone I find the truths insane.

With time to see inside my brain.

Twisted , Tempted , peaceful , plain.

Beaten , blackened , tainted , stain.

In the darkness voices wain .

To hear them all I must strain.

What they tell me is quite plain .

Don’t miss the boat , or the train .

Life can be a journey , or a stroll down lonely lane.

You may not find the answer , no loss is still no gain.

I’ll say I can’t behave my self , you say I must refrain.

I told you I need a shorter leash , and you a longer cane.

Beat back the fear , excuse my tears ,I’ll try it once again.

The wind the stars the moon the rain.

My mind ,my scars , my tune , my pain