All hell fell down
And I bent to pick up my pen
To snap it in half
And swear I’ll never begin again
Until I came across your poem
And felt within me the ink stir
Thank you, Sir,
For your kind words
All hell fell down
And I bent to pick up my pen
To snap it in half
And swear I’ll never begin again
Until I came across your poem
And felt within me the ink stir
Thank you, Sir,
For your kind words