Why We Write

Well it’s hard enough to have a voice
In a world where fiction means more than the facts
It’s like we don’t really have a choice
In what we say or even how to act
It’s like any other day in the big city
You can scream it on the corner all you like
But you won’t get anything from them but pity
No one will appreciate your plight
That’s why
That’s why we write
The pain of a thousand stories in your mind
We give sight to the disadvantaged blind
We show how people’s paths are intertwined
Exhausted in this world we try hard to find
But in our strength we are so weak and weary
And fly to the better option than the fight
I’m on the poems and songs and hopes and theories
It’s difficult to tell who’s wrong or right
That’s why
That’s why we write
Though night skies make it hard to see things clearly
I’ll tell you now, we’re not afraid of the dark
Though sticks and stones are endlessly appearing
We’ll use them to light a fire with the smallest spark
And we’ll try hard to see the other side
We’ll try to provide a little more insight
That’s why we write
(Humming)