The Pen That Spoke Verse 1 On a winter afternoon of gray, A single thought came drifting my way. Like a raindrop striking silent glass, It whispered, "Write before I pass." Words poured down like liquid gold, Filling stories left untold. I chased them fast with restless hands, Building castles out of sand. Pre-Chorus Then everything fell still... The room forgot to breathe. Chorus The pen said, "Slow your racing soul, Great stories aren't about control. Ink can bleed, but truth must grow, Some rivers learn to wander slow. Don't write to prove that you are right, Write to bring forgotten light. Every page you've ever known Is a mirror of your own." Verse 2 I laughed and said, "You're only steel, You cannot think, you cannot feel." It smiled beneath its coat of blue: "I've carried every dream through you. I've tasted pride, I've carried pain, Watched weak words fall like summer rain. I've seen the ones that touched the skies... And those disguised in clever lies." Bridge Who guides the hand? Who shapes the line? The heart... the soul... Or hands of time? Maybe every song we write Has always lived beyond our sight. Final Chorus Now every word I choose to leave Is one I first decide to believe. The finest lines are never planned, They bloom between the heart and hand. So if one day my voice grows weak, And silence says what words can't speak, I'll hold that faithful friend once more... The pen that opened every door. Outro Not every writer holds a pen... Sometimes... The pen is writing him.
