when i was young
i would find a quiet place
and sit before blank paper
which would, in time
draw forth words
now that i am old
i have notebooks and pens everywhere
i must have known all along
something inside never gave up
when i was young
i would find a quiet place
and sit before blank paper
which would, in time
draw forth words
now that i am old
i have notebooks and pens everywhere
i must have known all along
something inside never gave up