It's a corner after twelve, the dark says goodnight
But something from within refuses to shut my sight
I am lying on my bed right now, ready to end the day
But I can hear the barks of the dogs, just a few meters away.

Though it's not them who keeps me awake in the middle of the night
But that pen on the top of my journal, illuminated by the street light
He somehow calls me to pick him up and turn on the lamp
He wants me to write down every words and thoughts I damped

He is mister Penny Pen from the pricey pen house
He came in peace together with his spouse.
Missus Page, the empty sheet of paper
She has no ears but she is good listener

Mister Penny always demands me to chew my emotions and know what it taste like
While missus Page is waiting if my vomiting words strike
It really took me so much of time
But with their help, we made it rhyme

I always got them and they have my back
They always help me whenever my heart cracks
When I have words I couldn't speak, mister Penny freely pens
And missus Page is ever there when no one listens

They are lifeless hosts waiting for a lonely soul
Free to handle and willing to help you with your goal
They could help you express yourself through an art
All that it take is to do it with all your heart