With my pen I tell you my thoughts
When nights find me unable to sleep
I count them like sheep
With my pen I sell you my flock.
With my pen I hold your hand
Then allow yours to evenly fit mine
Suddenly you become me,I become you
With my pen we're one in time.
My pen strips me down to the bone alone
My heart beats on paperP
ages overflow with blood and brain matter
A lifetime supply of fluid
A great man once said "Ink never turns to stone".
With my pen, I am who I am
Who I need to be without limitations
Real or fantasy, drunken or sober
My pen will be till I am no more.
Ball point, quill, fountain or felt
So long as these words escape me
My pen shall write.
Cursive, plain, italic or bold
I am a calligrapher in my own right.
My pen is my liberty
To let it down would defeat the purpose of my peace
I am not eager to identify with mere men
So earnestly I cling to my pen
This is for the girl who still loves the one who loved her before
For that glimmer of hope that he'll love her once more
This is for the angel with the fractured wing
Falling down clouds and spacing from the heavens
Missing out on bliss earth could never bring.
This is for the singer who's lost touch with her soul
Her melody is without feeling
Her lyrics without healing
For the young poet spiralling out of control
Their stories remain untold.
This is for she who sits home alone
Her soul mate's gone, children grown
Fleeting memories are all she can call her own.
This is for the internally broken lady
Forced to exchange life for corporate heights
Nights haunted by the cries of her aborted baby.
This is for the void and woes of the barren wife
In a distance, standing distanced from her husband watching another in envy
This is for the innocence of the child paid to get laid
Disgusted by the filth that comes with her trade
If only she had made that grade.
This is for the unwed mother
Always a bridesmaid and never a bride
For the street beggar
Setting her young ones before her pride
This is for the lone soldier
Structured for battle but darkness falls with no one left to hold her.
This is for the lonely girls who have lost their smiles
Though the world seems to revolve without hope
Hold on tight, heaven will be here in a while
Bearing liberation the mind could never conceive
Just say a prayer and then believe.
