The Last Song

An empty paper in front of me
and the pen that is supposed be
the link between
my thoughs and the written word
I always believed that I could write
about anything
But I am always wrong somehow
Wrong somehow
And I can’t find a way
To release the poetry I hide
In the closet deep inside
And Why do you hear these words
Whwn I have nothing to say
I am only trying to complete this song
So you can see
See that i don’t know
That i don’t know
the way to find the words
I’m given time
Time to find a rhyme
But all I do is write these empty lines
Though I wish that i could…