My written voice

Oh my good old friend

I fear one day you will meet an end

From when we were both children, I twelve and you three

When I finally wrote inside you we made a great team

You helped me speak my words that I can be proud

But would not dare say aloud

You were always there for me to help me to tuck me in tight

When all was said and done "she" would close the door and say "Don't let the bed bugs bite."

So without you on this desolate land without you by my side 

How can I keep myself to cry?

One day my friend we will reunite once again as one

Until then, I'll keep myself busy by "speaking" into the sand for fun