Holding a pen is like holding on hope
leashes the provoking thoughts
A home for lost souls
A hideout for wandering folks

A place to pour your heart
Let it go, the misery of past
Say it or scream but don't be silent
Put it out, release it all at last

It's an ease for a mind, displease
I write for relief, it ends my anguish
A sight of tranquility and glee
A rhythm of pure divine mercy

Through words, I flee
My wings, no one can dare to seize
The power it grants, relieves my agony
It felt like a pretty fairy in...