The Prison of the Soul

The Prison Of The Soul We each must face are chief aim to come We run & hide just to protect away are fun The sign on the road read stop yet we kept going We each seek pleasure out of things that don't please A sermon may soon deliver yet doesn't knock you to your knees There's a fine line between heaven & hell A word of truth to be able to tell The prison of the soul starts in the heart We watch Hollywood to see where we need to start Mental illness is nothing in which to play with A sorted breach of security that one could give There is much torment in the fragmentation of the mind For many once could see yet for now their blind The casualties are enormous for a stated cause that's plain atrocious I cried out to God in search for his direction The crowd of the noise polution hits heavy in crazy ways In mere solace we long for a parting quest To help end the inner torment of suffering amidst the pain Heavy explosive words can leave you feeling helpless & uneasy Stick close to loved ones and family amidst every tragic circumstance We all must overcome to take part in the dance