CRADLE TO THE GRAVE
Writing is my destiny, to the ink I am a slave;
I will sleep when I am dead, Writing from the cradle to the grave.
Life is living, so go out there and live your life;
Use this ink for protection, you don’t have to walk around with a knife.
Writing dreams, for generations to read;
But if I were to cut myself, ink pours out when I bleed.
My pen is a weapon fighting off my demons at night;
The blank pages shine out, turning into my guiding light.
No matter how low you are reading this, remember one day you will again be high;
Your destiny is already written in the stars, which light up in the sky.
Keep on moving forwards, live your life to the extreme;
Tomorrow is still a day away, but first you need to have a dream.
Dust yourself down, life is only for the courageous and brave;
Keep writing never stop, from the cradle to the grave.