The life behind my pen has died,
You’re gone no matter how I tried.
To push away all feelings for you,
I found there’s nothing I could do.
My inspiration is with the wind,
Message drafts I cannot send.
You’re gone so now I must pretend,
That my life can go on.
My muse, my heart, my peace of mind,
Another I just cannot find.
You’re gone no matter how I’ve tried,
The life behind my pen has died.
Day in, day out a mask I keep,
Although my soul must surely weep.
Have even suffered loss of sleep,
My life must go on.
Though not a day has surely passed,
My thought of you will always last.
And get new life behind my pen,
So my life can go on again.