This one I write, for the same reason I breathe
If I didn’t, surely, I would die
Without words, to express myself
Life is a broken winged bird, that can’t fly.
I write my soul down, word for word
I pen things, I could never say
Without this method, of expression
I would cry endlessly, every day.
I strive to forget, all the regret
Or else life, is mine to miss
Without uttering, what I truly feel
Then I’ll always exist like this.
So, I write for the same reason, I breathe
So that bird can fly, up to the sky
I need to soar, higher and higher
And finally, stop questioning why.
