(Sequel to The Pencil)
You know, the one I lost in the park
Somehow it was just there in my hand
The day you came into my life
It edified itself to me
And I felt my infinity
Without it, words were meaningless
For it gave me the rhyme and flow
That little stub was you, you know
You wrote those words thru me, I guess
I wish that you would make a note
To tell me someday what you wrote
Now that I have that stub again
Perhaps I'll write it, if I can
But I'll wait til another day
For now, I only want to say
(I hate to use an old cliche)
But you're the wind beneath my wings
you are the song, if my words sing
NC, USA
