The Autism Song
Lyrics to a new song of mine. Will post the audio when I record it. Mostly based on snippets of comments from autistic children and adults I noted down over the years. Lines are centred so the shape of metaphoric bombs falling through their lives can be seen….
The Autism Song
I don’t see the world the way that you do
I march to the beat of a different drummer
I don’t feel the sun the same way that you do
You say Spring and I scream Summer
All my cars in a row
Nowhere to go
They’re only for show
You’ll bury me with shovels
I’ll call them spades
As the whole Earth cascades
While you curse the grey skies
Each downfall of rain
While I join up the diamonds
On my window pane.
I can’t hear this song the same way that you do
I still hear the sound of my mother’s heartbeat
I can’t see the road you’ve laid out before me
From the ridges and valleys of linen bedsheets
All my pens are in lines
So well defined
For a child of our times
You bind me with proverbs
I call them words
All blind and absurd
While you curse broken plates
And the rattling of knives
While I count up the numbers
Controlling our lives.
I will never change for you
No matter what you plan to do
We’re all living in a human zoo
With labels on our cages
With labels on our cages
And all that I want
Is one more open mind
One more open mind
To set my soul free.
I can’t feel the breeze the same way that you
You say gales but I scream twisters
I can’t see women the same way that you do
You see lovers but I see sisters
All my thoughts are in flames
From playing your games
And calling me names
You hide me in shadows
I call them shades
Empty charades
While you curse the cruel fates
For twisting my brain
While I count up the diamonds
On my window pane.
I will never change for you
No matter what you plan to do
We’re all living in a human zoo
With labels on our cages
With labels on our cages
And all that I want
Is one more open mind
One more open mind
To set my soul free.
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Paul D E Mitchell 2019
PRS registered
very nice, sensitive write, understanding..
Thanks, appreciated – the song is a rare room-silencer. My nephew is autistic one of seven kids and adults I know and my job deals with a few Asperger’s clients. Comments they make accumulated in my memory and I stuck them together with but few poetic tweaks.