without my pen
I am a lost
soul,
wandering
blind:
like
the
rest of you.
the eye in my heart,
is closed
unless I prose
and sing
a bit to you.
I need to
shine
wonder into
your soul,
whether you are ready or
not.
without my pen
I am a lost
soul,
wandering
blind:
like
the
rest of you.
the eye in my heart,
is closed
unless I prose
and sing
a bit to you.
I need to
shine
wonder into
your soul,
whether you are ready or
not.