Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time

In this world so cold

There was a story

Waiting to be told

It hasn't been written

And it hasn't been said

But it's still there

Stuck deep inside my head

When it's time to write it

And use paper and pen

The story will pour out

The how, where, and when

Some stories tell of love

And some tell of hate

This story is of life

Time, laughter, and fate

This story will be good

You just have to wait and see

For this story I tell

Is the story I tell of me

I think you should know

That this story has no end

Because it's being written

For all of you, my friends