Creative as the mind speaks
as it passes him by he lets the time speak
he throws out words amazing as his mind reads
his eyes going over the words and meaning and his eyes read
thoughts flowing through his head and his words find meaning from the pen in his hand
grasping the innovative ideas that he feels as they pour through the veins and run through the blood in his hands
he's grown up from a boy to a man taken control as he speaks through his heart from his soul
knows that there is no other outlet such as this (with the words that he writes) that speaks from his soul of souls
thoughts running through his head he's got to hurry cant forget them as he sits up in bed
his inspiration is the lost, the friends unable to speak up who havent a voice but things to be said
must keep them in his memory write down their obstacles in life quick grab the pencil and paper
Proud to stand up and say he has helped who he has and has accomlished what he's done with GOD as his savior
