inkless

i thought i was the pen
for he was like paper
as light as a feather
as black as a board
i could write the words of my soul
and he would make it sound like rock and roll
he never tried to be as tough as stone
for i and i alone was his ¨own¨
when he looked at me i felt at home
and the words ¨never alone¨
was my motto to the bone
thats how easily he hit home