I fill my pages with words
Scribbled in the margin
Crammed into every white space
Black and blue and sometimes red
There is never enough
Poems and stories and songs
If I keep speaking
Maybe someone will start listening
I fill my pages with words
Scribbled in the margin
Crammed into every white space
Black and blue and sometimes red
There is never enough
Poems and stories and songs
If I keep speaking
Maybe someone will start listening