If I die young bury me in poetry
'Cause it's the only place I can call home
And if my hair goes white or grey as chrome
Know that I lived life in serenity
So passionate are the lives of poets
Write in black and white to create colors
And these colors influence the others
To find the strength to escape their closets
In verse we release our sacred feelings
That's how the soul can grow, in time evolve
And if we feel like puppets under strings
Know that there is power in verse called love
The mind creates lots of wonderful things
It's a blessing that's sent from high above
