I sit here quietly thinking
Wishing I could write
The poem
The song
The story I feel inside

I know the words will never flow
At least not from my mouth
For they are locked inside my heart
And I have not the key
With which to let them out

So from this pen will pour
My tears
My joy
My emotions for the day

Until at once my thoughts are spent
The last drop of ink is dried
When words have ceased to come
And the final tears are cried

Then I shall find peace at last
For my poem shall be written
The song will have been sung
And finally the story told
Until a new day is begun.