I can't answer when you ask me
I can't laugh at every joke
I can't see it when you can't
I can't eat it, for I'll choke
I can't tell you when you tell me
And I cannot just begin,
For the reason you are outside,
The reason I'm keeping me in,
Is because, though you may not know it,
I have committed sin
My blood has turned to ashes
My heart stopped long ago
But I can smile, cry, and laugh
And I, yes I, still grow
Yet, although I do my best
There is one solemn thing
That always hovers over me
And keeps me in its wing:
The somber ringing of the bells
Which echoes in my ears
That haunts me to my very grave
And coaxes out my tears
It's such a painful thing to say
And I need to make it known
That all this time you've never known
That my soul has flown
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Hey. Mostly, I think I'll be writing poetry, along with my rpc's. I might try a story or two, as well.
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