My written voice
Oh my good old friend
I fear one day you will meet an end
From when we were both children, I twelve and you three
When I finally wrote inside you we made a great team
You helped me speak my words that I can be proud
But would not dare say aloud
You were always there for me to help me to tuck me in tight
When all was said and done "she" would close the door and say "Don't let the bed bugs bite."
So without you on this desolate land without you by my side
How can I keep myself to cry?
One day my friend we will reunite once again as one
Until then, I'll keep myself busy by "speaking" into the sand for fun