That is your mind.
And if only you would let me in to see it,
I'm sure we'd find,
That we are just the same.
There is a yellow streak,
That is your eyes.
And through them I feel I can almost see,
You are asking me,
To come inside.
There is a deep black chasm,
That is your soul.
But unless you pull down your walls for me,
I will never be able to tell you,
Of all the light I see.
