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