This pen that sits itself firmly in my hands
Glides along the paper with a fluid black ink.
And words that carry so much depth
Are no longer invisible on my wide-ruled paper.

Its blazing with fire here on this very line..
Throbbing like a stupendous headache on the very line..
Opening minds like golden gates opening for returning souls here on this very line...
Pressing into the hearts of a thousand lives on this very line.

My pen.
A great release to the troubles of life.
My pen.
That sits itself firmly in my hand.
My pen.
That glides along the paper with a fluid black ink.
My pen.
Bringing life to words that never make its way to the lines of a blank page.
My pen.