Echoes Of A Mad Man

Is this the work of a mad man?
Is there anyone who can understand?
Because maybe nobody really can
Understand words written by my hand

Just what am I trying to say
Because I have not got a clue
My thoughts are turning grey
I do not know what to do

Sometimes life can have no pity
And you can loose your mind
Be lost like millions in the city
But you are just one of a kind

 

copyright Chris Smith 2009