I stood outside and watched the children play

And laughed at my own childhood gone

But as I stood alone in agony

I sang myself a favorite old song

And now I look ahead to see the youth

Awaiting me far down the road

But the there's a feeling that I can't express

It's not much fun to carry heavy load

But in the summer nights it calls me

I cannot heed and take the line

Because my life is played through prisms

The multicolored prisms of my mind

Tiny spider webs, a clinging vine

And open letter to my kind

I cannot help it when I close my eyes

I feel an ever aggravating mind

But when I try to take the first step

I cannot hold myself in line

Because I want to soar, an eagle

The ever graceful eagle of my mind

And as I surely must accept it

I cannot wait to live the time

And near fulfill my foolish wishes

The aggravating wishes of my mind

The ever graceful eagle of my mind

The multi-colored prisms of my mind