To Write
And she sat with her pen and paper
Watching cars that sped on by
And the blackbirds sang in the trees that lie
In the golden fields of the distant sky
And she sat with her dreams about her
Breathing crisp cool air that brought
Breezes whispered were found and caught
On her forehead as she kept her thoughts
And she sat thinking through her memories
Wondering where the time had gone
Keeping rhythms slow and all sent along
With tunes of golden times lie song
And she sat looking through the sunlit clouds
Holding her breath and listening to soul
Her words spilled out like fires glowing coal
The ink on paper took its toll
And she came out from dark long shadows
Through steady lines she sold
Breaking barriers and finding white gold
Her truths to others now she told
And she sat with her pen and paper
Watching cars that sped on by
And the blackbirds sang in the trees that lie
In the golden fields of the distant sky
CNK