What/When
What will I write when I feel nothing?
I�ll write the wind, the cold, the tide;
I�ll write what I feel on the outside.
What will I draw when I can�t see?
I�ll paint what I�ve done and where I have been;
I�ll show you what I see within.
What will my song be when I hear no more?
I�ll compose from hate, hope, what it�s like to be free
And sing a song of what�s only me.
What will I make when I no longer think,
When my brain�s cold and dead
With no thoughts in my head?
I�ll relinquish my poems, art, songs, everything
And let You create for me instead.