ALIVE ON THE INSIDE


 There was a time when as a small boy I ran 
 And played like others,

 Reading books was my every day thing, I 
 Remember a child's life.

 Something was happening to me but I was scared 
 And hoped it would fade,

 A shaky hand turned Into a life that would become 
 A hell not for any man.

 Slowly as I age, and young still I decay In my mind, 
 My body does not function,

 Control of my soul Is not mine as this horrible 
 Monster conquers what is mine.

 I do not realize that time goes by In the length of 
 So many years as I am dead but alive,

 My existence Is known and seen by strangers and a  
 Mother but no! not me.

 I'm alive on the Inside but they think I've gone 
 Far, far, away, I have something to say,


 If what Is hell could be worse than where I am then  
 I should not complain about my pain.


 I want them to know that I am alive Inside, I am a  
 Person that has only died on the outside,
                                                                             
 I am alive!  I am alive!.

                  Keith Garrett