Why is it that I always have to scribble things out/How come I don’t find words to describe what I’m about
Why is it that I always have to scribble things out/How come I don’t find words to describe what I’m about
Darkness falls upon my eyes/Something bright shines ahead
Do not blow it out/Any slight wind/Will leave us in darkness
A clear crayon/set ablaze to calm the soul
Little but bright/Crackles at night