The world we live in cries
My pen is my weapon
I kill the demons that haunt
A child cries out on a dark, dangerous street
People do not hear her calls like I
The world we live in cries
And I cry right along side
My pen is my weapon
I've nothing to hide
Search my pockets
Find the graphite pencil I draw with
Find the pen I write with
I shade this world
I fill the page with words
As I hold this child in my hands
Feel the lonely spirit disperse from her
The world we live in cries
This child picks up her head and smiles
Unbeknownst to me
Her laughter rings clearly
Can someone explain this to me
This unknown phenomenon
Once I held this child
She is now grown
And it is not a gameboy she seeks
And it is not a playstation paddle she desires
It is a pen and a notebook
It is a graphite pencil and a drawing pad
She said to me
"Teach me a lesson,"
She laughed
Even while her eyes sparkled mysteriously
"Teach me to do what you did for me..."
"...Teach me to live in this dying world..."
This little girl laughs
I find her odd
But I remain
...But I teach her as she asked...
