This pen in my hand
knows more then the world ever will
the words flow to though my fingers to the tip of the pen
like the thoughts of the unknown
only this pen will ever know
my feelings I never show
the sorrow and the pain
of the long lost yesterdays
this pen in my hand
knows my deepest fears
and my wost pains
the things I failed to gain
my memories of the forgotten yesterdays
this pen in my hand
holds all my secrets
and all my lies
keeping in the demons I hold inside
with this pen in my hand
as sure as the ink flows will always know
just how much I keep inside.
