For writing’s sake
Is not enough
To ease the ache
You’ve got to write
With blood and sweat
Stay up all night
But don’t forget
It’s not just words
That help you say
Like wings on birds
Who soar away
And when they land
On fertile ears
They’ll be on hand
Like wings on birds
Who soar away
And when they land
On fertile ears
They’ll be on hand
For years and years
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