when i start to feel too much
that's when pen and paper touch
at times the world is cold and gray
and i just get through day by day
then colors come bursting through
grass never greener, sky so blue
and i go with it, because what are choices?
writers use words and emotions have voices
this is where i find myself, all the parts of me
that struggle to explain, to grow and break free
it's in the words i cannot speak
with eyes so tired and lips too weak
and when i feel like i'm falling apart
with the world weighing heavy on my heart
i bring feelings out, with the things i write
singing a broken song somewhere in the night
and the stars shine
the hope that is mine
is in my hands, waiting to be written