With pen in hand I sit and write, My thoughts take flight like birds in flight. The page before me blank and white, A canvas of possibility in sight. I pour my soul onto the page, My fears, my hopes, my joy, my rage. Each word a step on life's great stage, A story told through every age. And when at last my work is done, I'll rest content, my battle won. For in these words my heart is spun, A legacy that will live on. gacy that will live on.
With pen in hand I sit and write,
My thoughts take flight like birds in flight.
The page before me blank and white,
A canvas of possibility in sight.
I pour my soul onto the page,
My fears, my hopes, my joy, my rage.
Each word a step on life's great stage,
A story told through every age.
And when at last my work is done,
I'll rest content, my battle won.
For in these words my heart is spun,
A legacy that will live on.
gacy that will live on.