There’s a mansion just for me
..I think..
Somewhere I will belong
A place where I am strong
O’How I long-
To be there
But
To be fair
Make it not too good
God
In response
The things I’ve done
All the pain I’ve caused
Please
Fill my Mansion to the very brink
of me
See that every faucet leaks
water murky brown’
In every clogged up sink
And
Paper Walls
Throughout the Halls
To help drown out the sound.

© Granado.A