Feelings were always in my mind,
Only now can I write them down
Because ignorance had me blind,
Feelings and words were left to drown.
But now I know the names of birds,
Places, feelings, poems and more,
What happens and what had occurred,
Who're all locked up in my mind's core.
Now the inspiration strikes me
And picks the words from the surface
Who match with my soul's feelings rightly
And pour the words almost flawless.
I'm in to write at all the times,
To just chant smoothly with my tongue,
Stringing words together with rhymes
And compose another nice song.
The worry that haunts me the most,
Is that I'll write from night 'till dawn,
So that there is no paper left
To express and to compose on!
I never knew that I could draw,
These verses, these poems at all,
But now I can't leave my pen still
And never let her inked lips fall!

And when I am finally done,
When the stained lips of my pen lift,
And rest down like the drowning sun,
I thank Gracious God for this Gift.