The Bloody Words Won't Come Out

Ray Scraggs


There is a blank white piece of paper
A pen with ink in it
And a hand willing to work
But where are the words
When I need them
I remember when the words
Used to flow like wine
Golden words that could
Explain and clarify
The thoughts I was thinking
The pain I was feeling
It seems like they?ve left me for another
May be for someone finer
Who can use them for good
And the greater glory
And now they won?t do as they are told
May be they don?t like me anymore
There was a time when they would
Twist and turn and rhyme for me
Go that extra mile
Go round the block
Tell things as they really are
Now they have they deserted me
Was it something I said
May be they?ve gone on strike
There is a blank white piece of paper
A pen with ink in it
And a hand willing to work


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