A pen
That could just worth a few coins
Is enough to express the hidden thoughts
To reveal the little secrets of a man
Who had once betrayed a woman
It may cost nothing
But it could write something
To explore the depth of a troubled heart
Or show the line where we could start
For at times when you are weak
A pen could be your strength
To recall the days that had been so fulfilling
Or the places where you had been
The person that lingers your memory
Or the nights when you had been so weary
Oh, a pen is all that
When I lost one I would cry
Like an old tree that is soon to die
I can’t live without writing my feelings
And rest without finding the meaning
Those lonely days I once had
Are now the days that made me glad
Because with my pen I wrote in a paper
The gratefulness I have for the Maker.
