Bro
I bet it's lonely
Dark and cold
I can imagine in your mind
You fighting to stay alive
On the outside, you look different
Some are scared. I hate when people stare
Because I know my brother is in there somewhere
I'm still protective, even more
And you are just a kind tortured soul
Saying hi to all the passersby's
To silent the voices that are screaming inside
Your filter went away when schizophrenia
Started borrowing your time
I still see you through jokes and songs
I count on the bright inside of you
To keep you glowing and your faith strong
You may say things may never know what they mean
But you are still kind, generous and loving
No matter how much time that disturbed tenant steals from you
You seem to hold onto whatever
You feel is real. I see the pain in your eyes
It's like you're exhausted but you know you can't stop the fight
I wish I could enter your mind
With boxing gloves
Find that bastard
And tear him up
Fight fear with Love
I would reclaim your entire being
If I could put on gloves and
Go endless rounds with
That thing I'd beat that sob up
until the grip from your soul he lets up and
unhands your mind setting your spirit free, from the cell your true self has been imprisoned in
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