My Way
A WAY TO GET OUT – THE ONLY WAY
THE WAY THAT I LIKE IT
NO ONE THAT WILL LISTEN
NO ONE WHO CARES
WHERE DO I STAND?
AM I READY TO START??
DO I STAND IN THE MIDDLE OR AT THE END?
THERE ARE SO MANY WAYS TO GET
RID OF MY WORRIES, PAIN AND SORROWS
BUT I STILL CHOOSE MY WAY..
THE BEST WAY
FOR MY HEART IS MY INK
MY VOICE THE PEN
AND He…
He IS MY PAPER
WHITHOUT Him my heart would have no ink
FOR He IS MY REFILL
MY VOICE WOULD HAVE NO STABILITY
FOR He HOLDS MY NOTES FIRM
AND He,,,He IS MY ENDLESS SUPPLY OF PAPER
Copyright © Melissa Enslin | Year Posted 2011
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