Words flow from my ink filled mind
The bruises try to heal themselves
As I searched for
The right words
Looking for how others used
The right words
Themselves
I search and find myself standing
Sorrounded by others
Writers
Those with a voice
Exploring
The right words
With them I search
And I find myself,
Knowing the words
For what they are
They ring out
For all to hear
In the old building
And they were
Never going to stop
Because
"If you're sick, if you're sick, if you're sick, if you're sick of it"
You stand up
And let your voice be heard
Finding
The right words
So they linger
In their minds
Making them think
For a long time
I search
Wishing I could be up there
My voice needing
Longing
Wanting to be heard
They ring out
For all to hear
In the stands
And they are never
Going to stop
Because when you want to be heard, you
"Sing, sing, sing, sing,
Sing it out as hard as you can
Make 'em hear you ...
Don't let 'em bring you down"
Finding,
Not just words, but
The right words
So you can make them think
So you can be a voice
