words

I write the words and what do I find
Screens in my mind
Of people singing and dancing and laughing
Or people crying and saying oh go away that what I see in my mind when the words are at play

I never be great I am just being me with the words that I see,
I close my eyes and the words enter my mind
Maybe the words that I write
Are the things inside?
That I can’t say in the real world
So I make up people who are strong and bold and who never will get old

Words are like a light into my heart
Sometimes at night
When I here on my own
I feel the words but it me or some angel hand guiding me

I can hear the voice in my head, of all the things that I dream about in bed.
Words maybe just a b c.. But I think words are a lifeline to me

I never read any great poet or the Scottish play
What I write just comes from me
And no one else you see
It maybe my brain that is slightly insane that help me make up what I feel and see inside my mind
Oh writing is a long business it can take down old father time and writing can last a whole life time