A Writer's Tear

He put them in his music
Dead at twenty-nine
From the dark back of that Cadillac
They stood the test of time

Who hasn’t felt too lonesome
To even sing or cry
Who hasn’t felt the joyfulness
When you see the light

Any given page or line
Like something you can touch
Helps my heart to open wide
When the world’s too much
Darkness falls and despair is near
We hang our hopes on a writer’s tear

Wings for a troubled mind
Each time I read her book
She takes me to a meadow
Or sits me by a brook

Emily and Mary
So many others too
I’m sure that there’s a poet
To do the same for you

Any given page or line
Like something you can touch
Helps my heart to open wide
When the world’s too much
Darkness falls and despair is near
We hang our hopes on a writer’s tear

I know that I was put here
So I would create
I sit here at the table
The hour is getting late

I take my pen to paper
In these troubled days
Sometimes don’t even notice
A teardrop on the page

Any given page or line
Like something you can touch
Helps my heart to open wide
When the world’s too much
When Darkness falls and despair is near
We hang our hopes on a writer’s tear
When Darkness falls and despair is near
We hang our hopes on a writer’s tear