I promise something I already do,
To every day, write something new,
To please you, and appease you,
With ink of sorrow, joy, and rage,
I will project my soul onto every page.
I promise to empty myself,
To put a book upon your shelf,
If you’ll have it, fill yourself,
I hope you find my sorrow, joy, and rage,
I hope you sense my soul in every page.