Do not speak,
for words are ink in water...
You've cried too many tears girl,
But it's OK, just let it out...
Determined 'till death
To find her own way in life...
D... dr..e...dr..ea..m
First words of a dream...
I love the world for what it is,
And when I'm happy, I know because of the poem...
I would rather write in a pencil and be able to...
From the tops of dying trees,
anguish falls upon my calloused face...
To catch the heart of lovers' poem;
To dig the roots and stretch the skies...
Veins are inkpots,
writers do not write, they bleed across the...
Here I go again spilling my emotions
for you to understand as you read...
This little girl with her big sad eyes
looked up at me like she was going to cry...
Days rise and billow over our heads, blanketing us...
Sunrise reflects our redemption across these waves...