The Windows Of My Mind
I imagine that inside my mind are cells made out of glass
And trapped inside these tiny cells are moments of my past
And now and then they shatter to cause me grief and pain
And bleed into my consciousness to take me back again
Oh...... these windows of my mind
Cells made out of glass
Moments of my past
Windows of my mind
The shards of glass are stabbing causing me great pain
So I retreat inside of me to build them once again
Behind each tiny cell I see hands banging to get out
I try to stop the damage by stifling a shout
Oh...... these windows of my mind
Cells made out of glass
Moments of my past
Windows of my mind
No matter what I try to do I cannot make it cease
The thumping and the hammering just will not give me peace
So yet another bleed begins another spear of pain
I'm taken back to times gone by and relive it again.
Oh...... these windows of my mind
Cells made out of glass
Moments of my past
Windows of my mind
Then as the mist starts rising and the glass begins to clear
My pounding heart can rest again and slowly ease my fear
Some people they have triggers and know what breaks their glass
They take avoidance if they can but not for me alas
The windows are so fragile can break at any time
So I need to look after all the windows of my mind.
Cells made out of glass moments of my past
Windows of my mind windows of my mind
Cells made out of glass
Windows of my mind
Cells made out of glass
Windows of my mind
I imagine that inside my mind are cells made out of glass
And trapped inside these tiny cells are moments of my past
And now and then they shatter to cause me grief and pain
And bleed into my consciousness to take me back again
Oh...... these windows of my mind
Cells made out of glass
Moments of my past
Windows of my mind
The shards of glass are stabbing causing me great pain
So I retreat inside of me to build them once again
Behind each tiny cell I see hands banging to get out
I try to stop the damage by stifling a shout
Oh...... these windows of my mind
Cells made out of glass
Moments of my past
Windows of my mind
No matter what I try to do I cannot make it cease
The thumping and the hammering just will not give me peace
So yet another bleed begins another spear of pain
I'm taken back to times gone by and relive it again.
Oh...... these windows of my mind
Cells made out of glass
Moments of my past
Windows of my mind
Then as the mist starts rising and the glass begins to clear
My pounding heart can rest again and slowly ease my fear
Some people they have triggers and know what breaks their glass
They take avoidance if they can but not for me alas
The windows are so fragile can break at any time
So I need to look after all the windows of my mind.
Cells made out of glass moments of my past
Windows of my mind windows of my mind
Cells made out of glass
Windows of my mind
Cells made out of glass
Windows of my mind
Jane Shields