There is a twisting knife br In your disturbed unhappy mind, br Those who don’t understand you, br Tell you to pull it out, br Not presupposing you have br Been delicately trying for years! br br The city of your childhood memories br Is so desolate and dark, br Even black clouds have departed the town, br Loved ones have let you down, br Fail to feel your pain br Or see the beauty br Of the emerging poet! br br If I could loosen that knife br With romantic adoring hope, br I would hold your hand br Beneath a kaleidoscope br Of dancing rainbows, br But the answer is the love of self br That every day you’ll have to nurture!br br Uriah Hamiltonbr br