Every stroke of the keys
Every curl of the pen
Reminders of what might have been
This life, this heart, this voice
May be caged in silence
Until the spark rises to become a fire
Until the pen proves itself mightier
When love remains an improbable song
These fingers, they will write on
When this life seems it’s too long
These fingers, they will write on
When everything else is gone
I will write on