In My Shed - The Quill

Save me mother, please

I’m begging on my bended knees

I’ve done my days of crying in the shed

Won’t you save me mother, please?

I need a remedy for my disease

A shelter from the voices in my head

I’m letting out whatever is inside

I’ll burn it down to clear my state of mind

I’m about to leave my shed

In my shed I thought

I had the things to make my fly

But I know now I won’t come too far

No wonder why I burned my shed down

I’m reaching out my hand

Grab it, save a shapeless man

Broken wings, no reason not to fly

I’m reaching out my hand

Mother try to understand

Even if I’m blind, I’m free to cry