I write to ease the tears
that were once fears
of a day gone wrong
and I place those thoughts into a poem
with my pen
I'm able to win
in a world full of sin
and at each new sheet I'm able to start over again
I can yell, and scream
I can be grateful, I can have wishful dreams
I can cry tears that will never be seen
without having to give a reason
With my pen can't you see?
I'm free
to breath
and able to be
just me.
