I was a kid, when my dad gave me a pen
as a good luck charm.
we were poor and had a small farm.
now, as a teen i trusted no one to share
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It Was Not Just A Pen
I was a kid, when my dad gave me a pen
as a good luck charm.
we were poor and had a small farm.
now, as a teen i trusted no one to share
because i knew they wouldn't care.
wondering.., a diary i maintained,
wrote all the sorrows and pain
with the same pen i wrote all the hopes of
happiness of my future,
for the world it was only a pen
but for me..it was my past, present and future.