I write because
When I put pen to paper
I can be a tree’s trembling heart
When an axe is about to hit it
Or a dog’s warm heart
When his Papa returns every night
I can be my old man’s weak heart
Living his last days
Or a little girl’s cheerful one
When she sings in the shower
I can be an artist’s burning heart
Trying to change the world
Or an athlete’s racing heart
Trying to win the world
I write because
I can be all heart
And nothing more
