THE SOUL OF THE WRITER
The soul of the writer, is not something new,He(she) bears it to me, and bears it to you.
He(she) does this not with remorse, yet with pain,
A longing to share a vision, without personnal gain.
It's a burning desire, to put ink on the scroll,
That causes a writer to dream, it beckoned rock and roll.
Words are but mere thoughts, yet scholars search in vain,
For the right combination, to bring answer to disdain.
Teach a child to read and write, think on his own,
You've given him the world, mastered the worldly throne.
Presidents and bishops have used the word, to control a savage land,
Yet wisdom of the children, has the upper hand.
The soul of the writer, brings forth forgotten youth,
The soul of the writer, unveils a hidden truth.
The soul of the writer, masters all the years,
The soul of the writer, wipes all the tears!
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