Cruel To Be Kind

Well I done my time in the jail of your mind

and I dug all I could toward the good of your kind

but they say it's better to be twisted black and blue

chopped down like an old wooden tree and planted new

than it is to spend a life time in the jail of your mind

But you don't have to be cruel to be kind

and you don't have to be a fool to be blind

and you don't have to be a down and out

to be down sometimes

Her dreams were full of dreams like leaves in the wind

that were scattered to the edges of the world and back again

Oh there's more to me than you can see from here my friends

here there are no why's so why do you pretend

I hear my critic laugh and he's my only friend

CHORUS

And now that I'm free from the jail of your mind

and I feel rather tied like a crying child

I wanted to be better than the rest

new kind of man, lot more than blood and flesh

but now I'm left on my own in the jail of my mind