Mornings

the mushrooms grew on the summer spring morning all this pain it's suffering, it's tormenting it's tearing me apart, everything seems to shatter me everyone's so happy yet so free I'm waiting to be happy again I need to stop this game of pretend I hide away in the shadows that pull me back out of the light and into the endless black I'm waiting for the beautiful sun but the damage is not undone I must push forward but even after every medal I am awarded nothing seems enough life is too rough and tough maybe I should just give up I'm all out of luck finerlly the sun is here now I don't have to fear the peaceful birds fly away I'm waiting for that day when my soul is in my control and I can set it free and let it fly through the morning breeze