The words are jumping on the screen,
and they mean the world to me.
Doesn’t that sound like a cliché, running on extra battery?
I can’t thank God enough,
But I am hoping it’s not a dream; and if it is, then I am hoping I never break free.
Will it be the same when those words finally get a face;
or will I try my best and run the opposite way?
He uses words,
so polished so cool.
I am the writer,
but in front of those words, I feel like a fool.
I am nervous, but I can’t help,
to dream about things that might never be.