I am A writer with nothing to write about a shell without a snail faith, fading in moments of doubt dreams within jail I lost a love that I will always love there lived a child inside I once knew darkness among shining stars above a rose, my bud never grew A cloud devoid of the deep blue sky a tear without a sad face I haven?t lived, oh, but I have survived I?m a journey without a suitcase I dream, ahh, but then I wake up I?m a river filled with my own tears sand by the ocean and I?ve been washed up I don?t know days, but I feel the years I?ve become a book without any words singing a song silently within an echo lost amongst mockingbirds I am all of what could have been