My Only Weapon

[honeymustard02]

If I should die with this pen in my hand

I hope it helps me make one last stand

I’m in a foreign fight don’t know if I can win

I’ve been stripped of all weapons except for this pen

This struggle is serious, for my very life

As I raise my pen against the executioner’s knife

Sometimes my heart grows heavy, my mind can barely think

It feels like my only weapon, this pen, runs low on ink

But I can’t lay it down and give up the fight

Even if the odds are against me and I can’t see the light

I’ll light in the dark, if that’s what I have to do

Until I die with this pen in my hand

or it breaks me on through.