My Friend the Pen

Can I tell you of a time I had lost the will to rhyme All the colors turned gray and black On my writing I turned my back Nothing seemed to inspire me So my pen I did not set free I went years without inking a word I know to some that must sound absurd But soon a voice in my head started to shout You need to get all these thoughts out So I reunited with my friend the pen The ink had started to flow again Every thought I would write No matter how ordinary and trite So glad I let my pen be free Now I'm starting to feel like me So thank you to my old friend the pen I'll never turn my back on you again