I write the words that you only imagine and never speak of to another.
Writing between the lines blue and white one page at a time.
Write what is right at the right time so that the art can rise from dark to the light.
Write the right to be right to write what is right so that it is used on the right night for the knight to shine very bright.
The knight holding the pen writing right now is the knight in the shining armour.
I write to those who write out what is right instead of using voices to make a noise for those who write.
Writing is a skill that once grafted all you will want to do is write.
Write for those without the voice to say what is right.
Write to those who chose silence of the pain just to be alright.
Write for the child who cries to his mother for growth and not torture.
Write for the girl who is murdered in the corridors where she is suppose to be most guarded.
Write for yourself so that you can keep on writing what is RIGHT.
Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 12:57 PM UTC
I write the words that you only imagine and never speak of to another.
Writing between the lines blue and white one page at a time.
Write what is right at the right time so that the art can rise from dark to the light.
Write the right to be right to write what is right so that it is used on the right night for the knight to shine very bright.
The knight holding the pen writing right now is the knight in the shining armour.
I write to those who write out what is right instead of using voices to make a noise for those who write.
Writing is a skill that once grafted all you will want to do is write.
Write for those without the voice to say what is right.
Write to those who chose silence of the pain just to be alright.
Write for the child who cries to his mother for growth and not torture.
Write for the girl who is murdered in the corridors where she is suppose to be most guarded.
Write for yourself so that you can keep on writing what is RIGHT.