When I'm tired of feeling some of the feelings I've felt
I grab my pen and my pad, and I melt...
As it takes many raindrops to create stormy weather
the pen and the paper and my heart come together
Like the hues of a rainbow under the ever-spinning sun
the pen and the paper and my mind become one
Like constellations in the heavens on a pitch-black night
the pen and the paper and my body unite
and when the heart and the mind and the body have died
the pen and the paper and my soul...unified
One thing I know, one thing I can control
one heart, one mind, one body, one soul