Maybe you’ve got history with a leaded pencil, Familiar with the use of regular inked pen. But I write with an ink named Pain. I wish I could tell you that the sun would still burn brightly If it didn’t have to race with the Moon. I wish it were certain that the rainbows Would still have a chance to leave you in awe even if it never Had the power to hold colors hostage. You see, there is always a beautiful side to pain And I have chosen to write with it.