He sits there trying,
Trying to pick words out of an abyss
The lines refusing to come
No matter how much he wishing

Trying to pick words out of an abyss
An abyss that was once filled with wonder
No matter how much he wishes
It’s no longer filled

An abyss that was once filled with wonder
Wonder that flourished on the pages
It’s no longer filled.
Oh, what can he do to bring that back?

Wonder that flourished on the pages.
Pages that flowed like water.
Oh, what can he do to bring that back?
He asks again and again.

Pages that flowed like water.
Water that flew out and made anything possible.
He asks again and again,
Why the page is still blank.

Everything is blank.
The lines refusing to come
He most rest, maybe the abyss will fill then, they say, but still
He sits there trying