I often sit here lost in thought
Day-dreaming and writing my rhymes
Thinking about the people in my life
And about everything through all times
Lost in my day-dreams, hoping and wishing
Writing everything that I can with my pen
Wondering when these words will fail me
And hoping I'll be able to begin again
As I sit here and write I can't help but smile
The memories come back to me in a rush
Makes me happy to just be able to be alive
Even though some memories make me blush
I'll keep writing to my dying day
Most likely because I'll be lost in thought
So I'll reach for a pen and reach for paper
And write the words that have been sought
Day-dreaming and writing my rhymes
Thinking about the people in my life
And about everything through all times
Lost in my day-dreams, hoping and wishing
Writing everything that I can with my pen
Wondering when these words will fail me
And hoping I'll be able to begin again
As I sit here and write I can't help but smile
The memories come back to me in a rush
Makes me happy to just be able to be alive
Even though some memories make me blush
I'll keep writing to my dying day
Most likely because I'll be lost in thought
So I'll reach for a pen and reach for paper
And write the words that have been sought
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