The price of this paper
will be but a grain of sand
next to the worth of the words
in scrolled on them.
Yes this paper may
have its worth
but how can we compare it
to someone’s soul
written into words
so others may read it.
Those words are invaluable.
Though my words may be seen
as a futile attempt to please
the hearts of others
they are the song of mine,
my heart, my soul,
my being, my everything,
And they are a mountain
next to a grain of sand.
