With the start of each stanza,
I could hear tin being hammered on an anvil —
I carve the truth
I spin the tales
I weave the legends
I share the stories
I live the stories
I sing the ballads
I dance my lines
I shout the stories
I write endlessly
With the start of each stanza,
I could hear tin being hammered on an anvil —
:) :) :) :) :D :D :D