All you are is a piece of me,
Flowing through my pen into this realm..
You go deep like the sea,
You are stormy, you are calm..
You soar high to the sky,
For the scrapers too take a bow..
And every time, I leave a piece of me..
With the words in you they flow..
A bit rough on the edges,
Like an unpolished stone..
A serenade to listen to,
While treading this path alone..