My pen
Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2002 8:19 pm
The inky dye my pen has left behind
Trails my soul; my pain; my sorrows;
My hopes; my despairs.
All my life is there
In an inky dye.
I cannot turn lead into gold
But I can turn oil into an eternal window.
Trails my soul; my pain; my sorrows;
My hopes; my despairs.
All my life is there
In an inky dye.
I cannot turn lead into gold
But I can turn oil into an eternal window.