Still Dying To Be Read
Still Dying To Be Read I Once Dreamt I Was A Poet When I Write I Feel Alive Perhaps I'm A Starving Artist When Will I Be Noticed ? The Day After I Die Time Is A Curse I Could Never Change Yet My Unheard Words I Still Rehearse If Only I Could Re-Arrange The Stars In The Universe Old Age Is Creeping Up On Me Breathe Some Life Into My Weary Soul So Let Me Be The Words You Read Before I Pass Away , And End Up In One Of Earths Darkened Holes Mine Are Not Always Words Of Wisdom Yet I'm A Storyteller Just The Same Free Me From This Illiterate Prison And Take Away My Pain Where Ha...