The words I write are not alright,
They appear to me out of the light,
From within me that there is a fight,
I hope my words explain my plight.

My words are wrong in many ways,
Hurting many for many days,
When I'm done I just feel haze,
Let's just hope this is only a phase.

The letters I put together to create each word,
Could control the sheep like a herd,
So I let my speech fly like a bird,
But sometimes my speech is a little slurred.

What I can do is not up to you,
To love, lie or always be true,
My words touch only a few,
But know I always wrote them for you.