To meet in rhyme that magical magnifies, The flowing verse beneath the skies.
My words would leap of rocks below, Then thunder back... Into the flow
Till currents mix sweet syllables, That tumble down ... Great waterfalls.
I wish i could ink my words but sometimes... sometimes it rains in deserts or even snows in June, Sometimes a burning sun is cooled behind the moon.
Sometimes the wisest words are spoken by the young.
Sometimes the treasure's not golden, Sometimes the love won,
Sometimes the road not taken is where the path begun.
Sometimes when all is rotten, when hope is gone, your foe is worthy and helps you carry on.
Sometimes a miracle happens and the fear's misplaced,
Sometimes the hope that's lost is once again embraced.
Sometimes our tears are happy,
Sometimes the hate undone,
Sometimes the chains are broken and the world stands up as one.
Sometimes I wish i could ink my words, joyfully as anyone.
