When I open my mouth, the words stumble off my tongue, you laugh at my foolishness, and bring me down for it, so I turn to the paper, and the ink that is my soul, and pour out my heart, into this art of writing, it is here that I gain, a voice that is strong, you cannot destroy it, or cause it to fumble, my voice is strong, when the words become written, you cannot tame, the beauty of my writing, that is so precious to me, the one thing I have left, when my world falls apart, and God turns his back, I turn to the writing, this sacred art of scholars, and there I find my voice.