I lost the pen which had the ink with dreams
So I then searched for it within my hair
To my dismay I found one filled with screams
Oh my! I jumped and put it back in there.
Like later I begin to search again
Except this time within another place
Because my head (it seemed) was full with pain
Enhancing the yearn for one filled with grace.
Now after searching for so many weeks
(' Cause I did search and search without an end )
Some mighty pen with ink from the antiques
Persistently allege to be my friend.
Essentially the pen attached to me,
Now can you guess whose pen could this one be?
