Grammatrain Lonely House
cannot grow pretend to bleed in a trough of gray i kneel to feed stare forward, glare behind looking for what i cannot find am i the soil or the seed can't tell what's inside anymore could be i'm alright like before black or white i lost my sight can't tell what's inside anymore an angry child, never seen since i got my wings i'm never free mirror, mirror to me you show someone that i do not know in a lonly house i look for thee
