Ya..........you can write. It hurts, some sting, a little pain, but....you can write.
You guys with pens at the ready,
we read, with our pain, not so steady.....but you can write.
You tell us, we read, of you, of us, and we read..how you can write.
Your pain, our pain, his zeal, our shame....oh, how you write.
I try to forget, but you remember, all the secrets, with your words, you write.
I cry out...stop...he smiles...he works his wiles, and you record it all, with your words.
"No soul is desolate as long as there is a human being for whom it can feel trust and reverence."