A New Melody

Long before the unlocked closed door
and far inside the depths of a distressed mind,
there was a madman's cry for insufficient life.
Trapped at all ends of his mind,
ensnared and locked with those
that he blamed for ruin of his early life.
Jeering and pointing and laughing,
their games sending him always back.

To his mother, Melody,
comfort when she speaks to me.
I will protect you,
help you see this through.

Sin begins to control our lives,
nothing in return.
Hate spreads fire over the earth,
everything to burn.

No peace after her passing,
she was the only one who understood.
No one should have to endure what I have,
I must give to another what she's given to me.

Comfort when I speak.
I will protect you,
help you close your eyes.
Coma soft in this machine,
rest in this melody I've made for you.