Carry My Pen
Carry my pen,
A piece of no name
I left it for you to know
When I once walked my shoes,
I had stories never written.
Have a sit, wonder your thoughts
Awaiting you are memories never shared
When you find the time, open your eyes
A story is now ready to be read.
Take your time,
A lifetime may not be enough
Dont worry about the pen,
It never run out of color.
When your hand takes its rest,
And you could no longer wonder your thoughts,
And an ending has not been made,
There'll be another story waiting to be written,
A pen waiting to be carried.
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