The Writer Writes - Wild HorsesWild and free, Like wild horses, No cares, no worries, Living day by day, And loving all night, Your momma, Put you on the pill, Your daddy, He never knew, It was our time Our last summer.
The Writer Writes - That SongDo you remember that song, Late on a summer night, Promises made, Of an undying love, Pinky swear, Sealed with a kiss, I heard that song today, And wondered where you are.
The Writer Writes - The ArtistI wish, I could use a brush, Like an artist, And paint a picture, I only have my words, And my pen, A canvas, Of black and white.
The Writer Writes - Answers With No QuestionsHow can I tell you, My feelings, My hopes, My fears, If you won't listen, Who can I share, What is inside of me, If it isn't you, You've turned me away, Locked the door,
The Writer Writes - The PenToday, My pen danced, With the paper, A tango on the page, Passion in ink.
Thoughts of a mad womenSomeone has to feel the fire To be able to teach others To not burn You want me to heal everyone Okay, fine Provide You want me to solve all problems Fine Provide
