I always thought picking up a pen helped
me cope with the complexity of everyday life
and somehow found comfort in knowing that somewhere
a page read my every thought, experience, and sacrifice.

I try my best to tell you how I feel somehow
I am sure and this I believe in this is real
from my heart I sing to you when I'm open
that you'll understand what I'm trying to say
I found a place inside of me and I'm grateful for each day

A broken wing has not stopped me from flying, I leave no footprints
when you're around I know myself and you make me so proud of what I found
My book is open now the pen keeps on writing, story of my life it starts right here.
I'll try to reach the stars and grab them and hold them with no fear.

I am captivated completely spellbound, I have found my match.
and my black bird has flown away. that black bird has left I pray for good