Write what you feel
and feel what you write.
When you least expect it,
it may come in the night.
Note book, note pad by your bed,
to jot down the words
of the voices in your head.
Night scene, so it seems, we have found,
a right now, night owl, writing them down.
The heart breaks the rules
and the rules break the heart.
When the soul has something to tell,
it will surely do it's part.
There are rules to be followed,
to bring in the fat.
Cross your t's and dot your i's.
Write it this way and write it that.
Oh no I wont, cause it's a lie.
Now leave me alone,
to write it my way.
How it came to me,
and no, not like you say.
The heart breaks the rules
and the rules break the heart.
When the soul has something to tell,
it will surely do it's part.
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