I Spill My Ink Until The Day I Die

My muses push me on until I sigh
This chronic illness is taking its toll
I'll spill my ink until the day I die

I reach deep inside and waltz my soul
To live everyday without the black crow
My muses push me on until I sigh

I stop, smell the roses, take my life slow
I dream by Cuba's oceans I will stroll
I'll spill my ink until the day I die

Today angels I'll make in the virgin snow
And have lived my life through a doubly dole
My muses push me on until I sigh

I've been lucky, my destiny I know
Recording a life story is my goal
I'll spill my ink until the day I die

I have lived my life I have rowed and rowed
As I climb out of Abyss's hole
My muses push me on until I sigh
I'll spill my ink until the day I die

Gregg Rowe
March 02, 2006