Feel What I Feel

We all have a story, that’s burning deep down inside, A troubled time in life, we seem unable to hide. Well I know, I have the heart, I have the paper and a pen, But how do you decide, just where, just where to begin. They say," write what you know",........ so I write down my pain, I don’t need the cheering crowds;...... I’m not looking for fame. The life of a poet is to be heard and not seen, But maybe, when you hear my songs,........... You’ll feel what I feel. You’ll feel what I feel. I can’t play the guitar, and my voice cracks and strains, But, there's a beat and a rhythm, locked away in my brain. My notebooks are filled, with songs from the heart, So how do I get noticed, just where do I start. They say," write what you know",........ so I write down my pain, I don’t need the cheering crowds;...... I’m not looking for fame. The life of a poet is to be heard and not seen, But maybe, when you hear my songs,........... You’ll feel what I feel. You’ll feel what I feel. So I sit here in silence, paper trembling in my hand, Just trying to make sense of who I am. So if my voice cracks, let it crack— it's the real me, And maybe that’s enough, to set your soul free. They say," write what you know",........ so I write down my pain, I don’t need the cheering crowds;...... I’m not looking for fame. The life of a poet is to be heard and not seen, But maybe, when you hear my songs,........... You’ll feel what I feel. I have no spotlight, I’m just tryin to find my way, Everyone starts somewhere, and there's a price we must pay. I'm just trying to get noticed, maybe I'm doing it all wrong, But for now it's just me alone, and I'm still going strong. ya know we all gotta start somewhere, Just my head and my heart, some paper and a pen. writing down the pain, that’s where it all begins