They call me mind reader

But I don't pretend to know others' minds

Just fleeting thoughts

Passed by and gone

I never dreamed the darker things

For others

I helpd them as candes in my night

Little, blinking lights

And hoped I was the same

Taking their pictures

Admiring their spirit

Of grace

Or pluck

Because I knew man to be beautiful

And now that I know a little more

And what some broken minds might dream

I cannot bear to think

They took my picture too

And made it dirty