Have you ever been inspired
But don't know what to write?
Ever seen a swarm of birds
In the midst of flight?
Have you helped an old lady
Find her stoled shoe,
Or sat staring at a blank page
Not knowing what to do?
Felt the emptiness of life
Drift before your eyes,
Or hear a preach of utter truth
Only to find they're lies?
Do you lie in bed at night
Wondering if you'll wake,
Or achieve your greatest goal
And think it's a mistake?
Have you ever felt the wings of doves
Upon your sullen cheeks,
Or felt your mind whirl round in waves
Whenever someone speaks?

This all means you're human,
That blood runs through your veins.
No-one must look down on you,
You are not insane.
Only an image of your mind
Trying to hide the shame
Of hate and fear and love and death
To deliver yourself from pain.