I’ve got news, I’ve got news it contains joy, it contains blues. You choose how it comes you choose how it goes but either way the choice is yours and yours alone.

Joy is the font, love is in bold, and happiness is the ink.  Your eyes let it unfold the story is what you make it, how will it unfold?

It’s front page worthy you’ve got people screaming hurry, hurry here it comes! They can’t get enough of what you have become.

My question is what will your life say when the ink dries up, will it be laughter and love or a cold hearted shrug?

Your ink is more important than you think.