
What good is a pen
If it cannot mend
A broken heart?
What’s the good in words
If it cannot console
An aching soul?
My pen is tired
From years of toil
And it is spent
From years of tears.
But what good is a pen
If it cannot begin
Again?
What good is a pen
If it cannot mend
A broken heart?
What’s the good in words
If it cannot console
An aching soul?
My pen is tired
From years of toil
And it is spent
From years of tears.
But what good is a pen
If it cannot begin
Again?