Pour upon this inkwell
a few drops of magic,
Enrich my barren pen in a way,
That I write Life,
and they witness autumn walking
through winter to recall how to
bloom again.
They wait until destructed worlds
turn green, they memorize time’s trait.
Away from despair, they allow
the nights to bring new sunshine.
That I write Love,
And the soul I adore sits next to mine,
My verses become songs that
crosses walls high; away from the greys,
I find my world with a purple sky.
That I write Truth,
And everyone stops living lies.
Veils fall, and they see pains hidden
in smiling eyes.
That I write Faith,
And broken hearts begin to heal.
Nothing takes away hope, no one is
scared to fail, they vow to try until
they win.
