When control seems to spin far away

When some long-held hope just can not stay

When the night becomes that dreaded day

The rhymes I make show the briefest ray.

When that song I hear touches my heart

When that fight wants to tear me apart

When the pain feels like a poisoned dart

At least the words I write help in part.
 

When some joy feels like a never-ending high

When I need to say it, and I just can't lie

When the breeze flows through me like a sigh

I write because I can; why wouldn't I?