Lucky
It\'s the Wyshmasta, weaving my magic out the end of a pen
With all my might, I couldn\'t wait to see you again
I\'m high on your energy, you inspire me
To want to do great things and make you proud of me
You see these words but I hear the music
It\'s a great gift, I promise not to abuse it
I just want to paint these songs for you
So the melody I hear, you can feel it too
I was hopelessly lost and couldn\'t find my way
But I was found when you wanted to hear what I had to say
I\'m a very lucky person, don\'t think I don\'t know it
And all I want in return is to be your favorite poet
By LukeCoomer ©