And so they ask how i protect my emotions, how i protect my feelings.
how i hold back tears of joy and vain,
And i would tell them,
my weapon is my ink, all i need to do is to think.
In a blink my emotions generates through out my veins,
as my blood pump so hard in rage, but i release it in a single page.
a lump of pain,
a pint of joy,
mostly a handful of inner peace.