If My Pen Had More Ink

If my pen had more ink I wouldn’t think of you as much I would write all my thoughts for my tears to touch If my pen had more ink I could write about your smiles And watch the paper run on for miles If my pen had more ink I would write about your voice Forcing me to listen, leaving me no choice If my pen had more ink I would send letters to heaven Asking why he chose the age of seven If my pen had more ink I would ask who and why Who likes to see a lonely father cry If my pen had more ink I could write away my sorrows Then maybe, just maybe, I would want to see tomorrow.