In a sorrowful mind
Where things may go wrong in a lifetime,
A taken hand and soul signed over
Creations may come to life.

A frightened child on the inside
Will surely show
When a mind erupts
And it is time to go.

A child’s playground, a psychic’s job,
A lifetime of memories, a headful of sadness,
A place to escape, a place to avoid,
The world is yours.

With an angel and a devil to help you
A being called conscience,
What makes you unique, what makes you special,
What keeps you sane, yet drives you insane.
A place where, the world is yours.