I’ve failed my pen tonight
I cannot write, I cannot write
I’ve thought of many things to write
But not tonight, not tonight
I’ve thought your heart was full of sorrow
Before the night turned to tomorrow
I’ve sat in wonder; beg and borrow
Leave my blankets more tomorrow
I know it’s late, I know it’s late
My work is done; in the morn create
Down the driveway, through that gate
I know it’s late but I can’t wait
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