The Atrium

Mr. Low

There is child in a shell called my mind

Alone and left behind

In world so unkind

Fear straps him with tethers

Hope chained with heavy anchors

A bird without feathers

 Mr. Low, Mr. Low

Will you

Let me go

(I want to get off this swing)

Mr. Low, Mr. Low

Will you

Let me go.

(I want to get off this swing)

Doubt casts a great shadow

Will hangs out the window

 And Misery is sure to follow

Trapped in the waves of time

Leaving for the future; falling in line

Wishing for the past; so sublime

Mr. Low, Mr. Low

Will you

Let me go

(I want to get off this swing)

Mr. Low, Mr. Low

Will you

Let me go.

(I want to get off this swing)

On top of the mountains

Seeing on the trees and the oceans

Getting all the luck from the fountains

But soon I come falling down

And smash into the rocking ground

Mr. Low comes around

Mr. Low, Mr. Low

Will you

Let me go

(I want to get off this swing)

Mr. Low, Mr. Low

Will you

Let me go.

(I want to get off this swing)

Mr. Low, Mr. Low…is me