My Heart on a Page

When I steal a few minutes from my busy day
To put my thoughts in black and white,
I pen the expressions that I cannot say.
That's when I write . . .

When the things I go through cause me great joy and pain,
And my feelings have played their part,
When the words that I speak seem so hollow and plain,
That's when I write my heart . . .

When my innermost thoughts start to flow like a stream,
I can't keep my heart in a cage.
When I start to jot down all my hopes and my dreams,
That's when I write my heart on a page.

                                                                         Feb 1999