Until I write a tale which surpasses the beauty of a rose
Shakes the face of the sun ‘til he smiles
Creates a fabric, I alone chose
To hold in my hands
Awhile

Until my hand recalls the melody I sang long ago
Its words beam from the spirit of my ink
Into each breaking of day I know
Upon these pages I will write
All I think

No words shall I ever forget to whisper within
Until I know you can hear them all
In the spirit of my verse again
And you forget
Your walls

Until I write a tale which touches the very soul of you
Makes you smile along with the sun
I will weave these words it's true
‘Til this fabric I chose
Is done