You there on that
Disserted desert island
Can you hear the whisper of the sound
Being spoken by your hands

You there hanging out that
Open window in your room
Are you waiting for the call
To finally stand up
To embrace all that within you
The imagination that is in bloom
To fill your hand’s with coal
Do some writing’s on the wall

Write about the simple things
And understand what’s Beautiful

Let’s not forget
Who you are
The pain and all the anger
Burning deep within you
And the apathetic love
An epidemic in this voiceless world

For you are the artist
The Poet and the Songstress
And all your passion for the words
Say
“If you take the pain
Out of love,
Then you have
Nothing left”