And i worry
I won't find the words to write
What i saw, heard and felt
And i worry
That others haven't a clue of what is to see, hear and feel
And i worry
With my pencil lying across my bedside table
About what i should fill these white pages with
And i worry
While others only wish for
A pencil
A table
Or white pages
To fill
With their worry
And i worry
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 10:05 AM UTC
And i worry
I won't find the words to write
What i saw, heard and felt
And i worry
That others haven't a clue of what is to see, hear and feel
And i worry
With my pencil lying across my bedside table
About what i should fill these white pages with
And i worry
While others only wish for
A pencil
A table
Or white pages
To fill
With their worry
And i worry
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