One a cool bright morning
The sword of life
The interpreter of emotions
The mirror of hidden and unknown languages
Has to be acquired, it can't be free
At a precious and expensive price could it be bought.
The deal is done
The saviour is brought in
Her influence is seen
Her presence is so unnoticed
She has been handed dominion over her superior.
And all of sudden, you know what.
The pen, the sword, the saviour
Is uncovered, is undiscovered, is hidden, is veiled, is; i mean missing
The power of the powerless, hope of the hopeless, faith of the weak
Is all of a sudden out of sight.
An ultimate search is made,
Found and restored, but looks like the pen looks uncomfortable with hope she is to rule over,
To speak for and ........,
She has to be brought back over and over again but she is continuously missing and out of sight.
I think the people are feed up
But its real hard to live without her
Oh my pen why, i mean why do you like missing................!
