Untuned

Sometimes i wonder why i just can't speak my mind. All the thoughts i have untold they stay shut inside, inside my soul. The drum of other souls beat past. While my untuned soulsees in green. When does my solo come, when will i get to play my drum? Maybe some day when I'm old I'll smile upon my open soul, with-out the captain by my side giving me a false senceof foolish pride. Until then my sight will remain envy. Until then I'll labor to tune my drum.