The Mark of My Pen - 2CENTS

The mark of my pen, where should I begin

Well I am the ink and the ink is running thin

There’s a weight on my chest, not atop but within

Begging me each day to stop and give in

Like an ocean of water, cold, black and dim

I am the ink and the ink is running thin

It’s running thin, it’s running thin

I am the glue that holds this house together

Cracked and faded through all the years I’ve measured

My success as a man on my every endeavor

Falling short once again, comfort no pleasure

Alone in the dark, I wait out the weather

'Coz I am the glue but this house is not together

It’s not together, it’s falling down

I am the sun as the last light hits the sea

I shine for a moment before night consumes me

I search for salvation, but they won’t let me be

I’m nothing to no one try to set these thoughts free

My mind a dead forest, my heart a hollow tree

I am the sun and the last lights hit the sea

And that is where I’ll live, and will forever be

Held by night’s captivity

So when that sunbeam shines for your eyes to see

Know that I am the sun and the last lights hit the sea

It’s hit the sea