With the paper in front of me,
And a pencil in my hand,
It is the only time that my feelings
Are something I can stand.
When the words flow out
And form my belief,
It is the only time my heart
Feels a burdened relief.
And it all makes sense
When I read the words back
I no longer feel like
It is everything I lack.
With no one to talk to,
No one's shoulder to lend,
This paper and pencil
Prove to be a true friend.
And even if I'm lonely,
Not myself, maybe down,
I can always get my spirit back
When there's a pencil and paper around.
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