These words come from a hand that writes in dutch
From a voice thats never heard
In a world that cares not much

For many years my mind sees what others cannot spell
No auto correct
No wishing well
This jumbled mind lays down the ink
Tis then my thoughts do turn to drink  

I cannot help this way I am
I've tried to spell
Dictate the dram
But spelling write
I dread to think
My mind is a mess
Stained red  

Many souls out there will see
That spelling life
Is hard to breath
Until you try to understand
A simple man in a time
That anger rules and write is wrong

Do you see?
My view is right but here its not  
The spelling devils do their song
No lessons learned my English poor
The ink does give me
Rage that's raw

Let the drink flow down to calm my quell
I'm down here working  
This heat is swell
And still I fight the letters bind
I cant escape

I do the wrong
When all I want to do
Is
Right