Unwritten

My pen hovers o’er paper as white as the snow,

But my mind is a captive, my heart has been bound.

Worlds slip through my fingers that I’ll never know.

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There’s a dam in my head where the words used to flow

What good’s a tale with no words and a song without sound

My pen hovers o’er paper as white as the snow

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Kingdoms falling to ruin before they can yet grow

And lost characters die without e’er being found.

Worlds slip through my fingers that I’ll never know

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Life’s stopped up the river, my pen dripping and slow

There’s a desert where once did a garden abound.

My pen hovers o’er paper as white as the snow

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My stories are mine, where else can they go?

If I cannot tend these seeds lost in the ground.

Worlds slip through my fingers that I’ll never know.

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The night turns yet deeper, as black as a crow

When the dripping regrets have my heavy heart drowned

My pen hovers o’er paper as white as the snow

And worlds slip through my fingers that I’ll never know