As the ocean tide dries up and the sun no longer has it’s shine,
You’ve given me inspiration that before I never had,
When your skins cut open your blood begins right through,
and as your heart is pumping-mine is beating too.
My fingers move to grasp something to hold in my hand so tight,
I will be my dream
I have a dream that’s eye opening to me,
Each time i fill a page with words it’s easier to see.
Feelings between the lines and words to fill the page,
I want the world to read my lines in some day in age.