Yesterday I was an empty page
waiting for an answer yet to reveal
But today I was a written word
hiding under a blanket of shame
scared to utter a word of any echo
Because tomorrow I\'ll be a sentence
revealing parts and pieces to intertwine my words
from the fear I cannot overcome
But who I am to judge in the present
while I am nothing but a tamed dog
waiting in the rain while the owner laugh and eat
while I bark up the wrong tree
Who am I to be in the Right or Wrong?
in a word of an echo.