It hung around and wouldn't leave.
It begged me to write it down.
So, I did. Then I couldn't leave it alone.
I write because there's a story in my head that wants out.
That wants to see the light of day.
That wants to take voice on a sheet of paper and become real.
It hung around and wouldn't leave.
It begged me to write it down.
So, I did. Then I couldn't leave it alone.
I write because there's a story in my head that wants out.
That wants to see the light of day.
That wants to take voice on a sheet of paper and become real.
S-q-u-e-a-k swings a door wide.
Tiptoe, tippytoe peep inside……
a playroom playing!?
S-q-u-e-a-k swings a door wide.
Tiptoe, tippytoe peep inside……
a playroom playing!?