• Oh how i envy those whom are gifted with the ability
    of self expression through the pen,
    Able to fill whole pages with such feeling.
    But the skill forever eludes me, for I am haunted so
    by these emotions trapped forever inside my soul.
    What is it that one must do to seek out the muse
    that has forever guided the artists of the ages...

    Oh how i wish that i could allow my soul
    to scream of its solitude,
    or to let my tears to paint the
    beauty of the heavens.
    Oh what i would give to read my heart aloud
    for the whole world to hear,
    but alas, my medium eludes me...

    Oh heavenly muse, grant me my wish
    and allow me to set my heart free.
    Let my emotions flow freely through my lips,
    so that i may be inspired.
    For what is an artist without a brush,
    or a minstrel without a voice?
    Even the caged bird may sing of freedom.
    So why then must my feelings
    be locked away deep inside...