The Pen
The Pen
Loosely I hold
Starts quivering on it’s own
Let it go for what it is
got it’s own mind, it’s own power
I want what I want
But never will it listen
I let it go, that’s when it goes
Soon as I exert my role
That’s when I lose control
Let it be it’s own boss
Let it show you how
It’s got it’s own power
It can grow by the hour
Let it go, let it grow
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