• I tried to write a song, I wrote myself inside.
    I poured out my heart and soul to make it sound like me.
    It ended with more words than I had thought it would.
    I looked over it, And it just made me cry.
    As my tears fell on the paper, I thought it was not right.
    I erased it all, And started it again.
    As I tried to hold the pain inside, It came out in my words.
    The truth behind the awful words is that I was just sad.
    All alone I lay in bed, Feeling light and dizzy.
    I close my eyes, And turn my head, And then I feel much better.
    Remembering the words that were once said to me.
    I wrote a song, And sang it aloud, And for this I can be certain.
    The song was good, And full of happiness and joy.
    I put it up, And lock it away.
    Until the day it will be sung to others both near, And far.