I have battled many legions of armored men
With a machine gun my life and our land I'll defend
A stranger in foreign lands I've laid monuments to waste
And for my repentance I kneel and ask God for His grace...
Now with a spiral pad of paper I make my ammends
To the haunting image of their faces trapped in my head
And for me this battle rages on long after their deaths
But this time my lethal weapon is my mind and my pen
As It has the power to encourage and to bring joy
To share love, to express pain, or even destroy
It can find my inspiration in the slightest movement of wind
As I hear my heart cry out for salvation the bleeding begins
With just a single word or feeling buried deep inside
The speed of thought drives my pen faster than any speeing light
Analogies are just words that I can use to make my escape
Changing the topography of any Heaven or Hell that I may create
With a single rip I throw another piece of me away
Decomposing underneath the cities collection of waste
Because with this notebook of mine I easily turn the page
And with my little black pen I can rewrite a new day
Words truly have the power to illuminate and transcend
Filling the silencing voids of empty canvas with my mighty pen

*JJF*
4/22/ 2013