Words I speak are spoken with ink. It comes and goes, it moves and flows The words I can't say out loud. With God as my rock and ink as relief I get through day by day. The things I normally couldn't say I write so I don't drown. I write so all the held in words can Never hold me down. All emotion expressed silently On a page marked with ink. The ink filled with my worries The ink filled with my pain The ink filled with my passions The ink that gets me through day by day. With this ink I say all I need to say With no one too talk back Except an empty page. With ink I make it day by day.