house of glass

<sub>little one
i saw you standing there
with roses in your hair
a moon rise in your stare

simple one
you know im only man
but i do what i can
to rise up higher than the past

although sometimes i feel outcast
i wanna talk about
how i went to your house
and it was made of glass

visions of the way it used to be
keep coming back to me
though my eyes can hardly see

pretty sure Mandela is to blame
for playin memory games
but sayin that sounds lame, i know

people think youre kinda crazy
when you already harrowed through
every padded room
dont want to overstay

it looks like i been here before
i tried to ignore
but it took away from me my life
and replaced it with a new prototype

little one
grow up to meet yourself
and cast aside the shells
they baked into your cells

middle one
i know youre feeling torn
between applause and scorn
and its been true since you were born

sometimes you wish it never happened
but then, if you could take the step
only to brave those depths
we could be more than friends

lifes a gas
theres nothing that will last in this world
but you
so i keep hoping to
learn how to see right through
every house of glass</sub>