Rocking Chair

Clouds gather in my thoughts As the words flow through my mind I sit upon my rocking chair As I write a letter to you I can't No I can't Just open up and ask you For the help of a man set free Look at the blood stained carpet Reminds me of the past Wondering, but why me? The letter still in my hand I can't No I can't Just open up and ask you For the help from a man Who set us free I can't No I can't Let the words of this letter Slip past my ear Clouds gather in my thoughts Frustrated, though words still flowing Again I sit upon my rocking chair I cannot send my letter to you