Cellar Confinement

Too good to be true Oh so commonly expressed More like grey skies and black clouds Or even dark cells and rusted gates Feeling like a prisoner to your own Resentment and persecution of feelings out of reach The keys to your cell are on the ground But out of reach Another you is on the outside Screaming to let you out Pick up the keys and let him out Forced by yourself and your own mind To build a tree so far and wide That you've become lost in your own emotion And paradox seems to fill your head But fear not, the keys aren't out of reach They are in your cell So let you out Let you be Trim the tree, dont chop it down New iron smelling of new iron gate Open and good as new Yellow sun, and feathery wind Feels good across her smooth skin Yes this is the one, the one that let me in Be gone with you, move on again Don't let her let you in On your own and choice you make Do not expect a giant tree But let it blossom if it will Now stand before thee, seeds and hand Grey clouds and black sky I have done it again