Sitting at my desk so many nights
With ink of black and paper white
Reflecting on my pain and joy
I look into my very soul and write

Sometimes I wonder if anyone understands
What it is I am trying to say
Do I truly express my joy and pain
And do they share those feelings I convey

Do they cry with me when they read my pain
Like I cried when I wrote it down
And do they smile at the joy I share
About the love that I have found

Do they feel my loss and joy like they feel their own
When they read the words I write
With ink of black on paper white
So many, many nights.

I can only hope that my joy is felt
When the words I write are read
As is my pain and loss
And that at least one reading them will understand
How much baring ones soul can cost