Words dance accross my paper And spill forth from my pen A timeless song of sorrow From pain that dwells within A symphony of agony In rhythm and in rhyme Tempered by the passing days Yet not erased by time Words that pour forth from my soul They dance, they swirl, they spin Then fall like teardrops on the page From pain that dwells within Empty words and empty notes A singer with no song Just words that speak forth endlessly Of joy that is now gone Words dance across my paper And spill forth from my pen A timeless song of sorrow From pain that dwells within