Unbind My Mind
An empty mind
of an artist
is hard to unwind
it's like taking the lights
from the blind.
Inspiration is scarce
yes, it is a bit rare
to find when an
artist's mind
is in a bind.
Much sorrow they feel
when their imagination is still
it's like an emotion that can not be expressed
Oh, how I feel so stressed
from this difficult rest
oh, how coy how quick
it takes the joy from my stick.
My empty mind is not at ease
it's like a hive of bees.
the nights are so long
just as the days
so, I'll sing a sing
I'll start to pray.
Then, what was once lost
has finally been discovered
my mind is tossed
into a large cupboard
filled with gold just like he told.