The inspiration has been sucked dry
No more words of expression I can write

The day is beautiful with the sun shining
And the lilacs smell simply gorgeous

But I have nothing up my sleeve
A muse is far from my sight...and feelings

So what do I do, but sit here, silent?
Can I do anything else with my time?

I need something good or bad to come along
And oh how I wish it to be of the good.

Because if another hard trial is set before me
I do not think I'll come out alive.