I take my time to write again,
To wipe my tears and erase the pain,
To give myself a big wide grin,
To say fuck-off and close the scene.
I take my time to write again,
To fight with hurt and walk in vain,
To give myself a happier day,
When the sun is bright, I’ll make my hay.
I take my time to write again,
To wipe my mind off disdain,
You may be happy or you may be sad,
Either way it will make me glad.
I take my time to write again,
To take my mind to a boisterous lane,
Where the children are happy with a game to play,
Where the wise will smile but have nothing to say.
I take my time to write again,
To sit in a room and watch the rain,
With a smoke on my lips and a cosy bed,
And library of books willing to be read.
I take my time to write again,
To hear my songs and feel more sane,
Where words are true and tune is real,
Where my mind and heart can hear and feel.
I take me time to write again,
To open my heart and close the brain,
To feel my love flowing in my heart,
And to hold my pen and never break apart.
