MY EYES GRASP A PAPER ON THE BED ONE DAY
IT WAS WRITTEN FROM LOVE THAT WAS BROKE FAR AWAY
THE WORDS WERE MADE FROM PASSION
THAT WERE DEFEATED BY YOU SOMEDAY
IT WAS ADDRESSED FROM A HEART THAT WEAK TO START
THE WORDS WERE MENDED BY JOY FROM WHICH IT CAME
BUT THE INK WAS WET FROM TEARS OF PAIN
AS IT WAS WRITTEN IT WAS WORDS UNSPOKEN
BUT THE VOICE THAT WAS WRITING
WAS TOOK BY CHOICE
HOW CAN YOU AMEND SOMETHING THAT LOST
BUT CAN YOU ASCEND FROM SOMETHING THAT WAS TOOK OFF
THIS PAPER THAT SAT IN PLACE
WAS A MESSAGE WRITTEN FROM A HEART
REAPED OF FATE
