I Sit beside my wooden table
Flooded with a thousand thoughts
My heart ache to let out all her pains
Yet there's little I can say
Memories of pain, memories of joy
Now my life like the hay was fading away
My feeble fingers shiver wading to pen down her swelled words
As I watch my bleeding pen sitting on a blank scroll
Let the rivers roar, let the wave rumble
I will sit until my bleeding pen speak
Let my frail fingers shiver through the air
But the world must hear my words
For my heart is filled and would have no rest
Until my bleeding pen speak
