Beautiful, soaring, so high
Deep as the river a mile wide
Touch the soul and shed a tear
Poetry brings me here

The whisper of a secret and a touch of the divine
Its the rhythm and the rhyme
Living and breathing
It's heart felt faith; believing

Sweet as a dream half lost in life
Finding strength in a pad and pen to face strife
Courage to speak my mind
Strength to seek and find

It's the permanency of pad and pen
The eternal remnant of 55 men
Freedom of expression
Pull me out of depression
Like an embrace so dear
Poetry brings me here