PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD
I am sitting here waiting for this ink inside my brain to absorb;
The ink flows through my veins, and spells out “the pen is mightier than the sword”.
Your body is a machine, your engine, your heart;
Your blood is flowing ink, as your brain spends its life tearing these verses apart.
Your hands are your tools, your fingers vice the pen;
You spend your entire lifetime writing about lost boys, who turned from Peter Pan into men.
Your eyes read for you when you awake from the dark night;
Your memory bank stores all your books in one place, My Butterfly Effect, Hate To Love you and Destiny to Write.
Don’t give up, never stop fighting, let life be your eternal reward;
Your destiny is already written, it spells out the phrase, “the pen is mightier than the sword”.