Perched here within my writer’s garret
Among all my dusty books and notes
I’ll bare my soul and try to share it
All my stories, poems, quips and quotes
There’s times inspiration guides my hand
But other times nothing to be heard
It’s hard for people to understand
The struggle to find that perfect word
Though my attempts might fail, I won’t quit
Like the Phoenix, I will rise again
If my heart still beats, I know that it
Will have me write and never give in
Thank you God for the gift of story
I have strained to pen them full and well
In hopes the world will know the glory
That my humble words have tried to tell

