Ink meets paper,
It's an old story.
Words are written,
Secrets are whispered.
I write about the world.
The ebb and flow,
The slow dance of the stars,
The melody of the rain.
I write about the world.
I worship the sun,
The moon is watching from afar,
The trees are high and mighty.
Ink meets paper,
It's an old story.
Words are written,
Secrets are whispered.
I write about people.
Their laughters echoing in the sky,
Songs are screamt,
Their smiles mean everything.
I write about people.
Tears falling slowly,
Anger marking its place,
The beautiful way of sadness.
Ink meets paper,
It's an old story.
Words are written,
Secrets are whispered.
I write about life.
Paper crumpling under a gum,
An old rocking chair under scarred hands,
Hope shining in a child's eyes.
I write about life.
A bicycle rolling on a cracked road,
A worn and loved book,
Watching the rain fall from under a blanket.
Ink meets paper,
It's an old paper.
Words are written,
Secrets are whispered.
It's an old story,
Characters are drawn on a wall,
Bad jokes get repeated,
A pet is sitting on its owner's lap.
It's an old story,
Helping a sick loved one,
Writing an outraged letter,
Learning a story by heart, by soul.
It's an old story,
Ink meets paper,
Secrets are whispered,
Words are written.
