I sit alone at my cluttered desk
with my pen in my hand
And stare at a blank sheet of paper
Trying rather unsuccessfully
To put my scattered thoughts together
And paint a picture with my words
What is it I want to say?
Or where do I begin is perhaps
what the question should be
Do I speak of a love that defies the grave
That’s as strong as the day we met
Or tell you of the hurt and pain
that all of us must bare.
I want to paint a word picture
Of all the things inside my head
The beauty of a rain storm
Or the smile on a small child’s face
There’s so many things I want to share
That I’m not sure where to start
But I’ll try to write the pictures
That live within my heart.