As i lie here
with my sword in hand,
I try to convey my feelings
without sounding cheesy.
But while my arm is getting tired
and my brain emptying,
my heart keeps beating,
trying to convey these feelings
into art that will take your breath away...
but these letters don't seem to want to arrange
in a pattern that is pleasing
to both the eye and the brain.
So while rain pounds
on the window pane
i will lie here trying to fight,
with a sword thats too heavy
...


So i will practice
until this sword weighs no more
then the pencil
held in my right hand.
I will write
until my heart
can beat no longer
for it has conveyed
all it has too say.