1 I have a dream - a dreadful dream A dream that is never done, I watch a man go out of his mind, And he is My Mother's Son. 2 They pushed him into a Mental Home, And that is like the grave: For they do not let you sleep upstairs, And you're not allowed to shave. 3 And it was not disease or crime Which got him landed there, But because They laid on My Mother's Son More than a man could bear. 4 What with noise, and fear of death, Waking, and wounds and cold, They filled the Cup for My Mother's Son Fuller than it could hold. 5 They broke his body and his mind And yet They made him live, And They asked more of My Mother's Son Than any man could give. 6 For, just because he had not died, Nor been discharged nor sick, They dragged it out with my Mother's Son Longer than he could stick.... 7 And no one knows when he'll get well So, there he'll have to be: And, 'spite of the beard in the looking-glass, I know that man is me!
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