I lift my pen...

I write

My pen touches the paper, and the tears flow down my cheeks. I am an orphan searching for love. No family to run to or friends who care. I am alone against the world

I lift my pen...

Again my pen touches the paper, I am dancing in a ballroom with a beautiful, pink gown. Around, around I turn with my love in my arms. The music is slow and the ligths are dim.

I lift my pen...

Once more my pen touches the paper, and the wind sweeps me off my feet. I am a daredevil, ready to challenge life. I have no rules and I live for adrenaline.

I lift my pen...