The day with out inspiration

When the world was bleak and gray

No children screamed or shivered

No young mothers cried

My imagination, my heart, my soul, my hands

All reached out calling for my muse upon the sand

My seashore had all dried up

The coloured shells where gone

And the day without inspiration just dragged on.

I ran through the hallways

Calling for my dreams

But they where all hiding

From an evil queen

The villains where winning

My heroes one by one fall

And no inspiration came to save them, no inspiration at all.

I watched one by one as my promises where hanged

And sobbed for inspiration, none found in this land

And when the blood had fallen from the last true lover's lips

Inspiration tiptoed back to me and whispered to me this.