• I feel the world moving back and forth beside me,
    Although I am moving back and forth myself,
    I beleive it is the world moving, as i sit still upon the garden swing.

    My journal sits upon my lap,
    singing out my words on paper,
    for there are lyrics upon the page.

    No matter what people may say,
    I will write my music,
    For it is, and always will be, a part of me.