Blow Hard Sorry But I Must

Writing, writing until I’m dead Trying to remember what I said Like a river words do flow My mouth comes open out they blow Sometime the wind howls so great Blow hard is what I hear it state You know that kind of hurts my soul For I swear that’s never been my goal Communication the elusive dream All together on a kindness team I write of darkness to which we must hark To drive it away I’ll endless bark Never my intention to hurt not one I do it because I must, and it is fun For all I have unconditional love I do it because I was instructed from above So to you I now say goodbye Won’t be gone long so please don’t cry