I wish that I could write a song, (one that could be sung)
Dripping with words of emotion, all that could be wrung
But I know that words that trickle from my thoughts
But putting them to music is something never wrought
Even my rhymes sometimes get away from me
Attempting lyrics, I can only imagine what I’d see
So while I stick to lines that end in rhythmic time
I’ll stray away from choruses and adding to them a chime.