writer has the empty page
 Where he can set the scene
 He puts the actors on the stage
 Or on the movie screen

 The characters all say the words
 The writer wants to hear
 And then, my friend
 happy end

 But when the writer steps outside
 That room where he is king
 He can't control when lives collide
 Or what the lovers sing

 And so he hides behind his words
 The one place he belongs
 And in black and white
 He can rewrite the wrongs

 Where he can find the strength to say
 What those he loves should hear
 And just erase mistakes she's made
 Then make them disappear

 Where he can change the plot
 So he's a hero, not a louse
 And when the curtain falls
 There's not a dry eye in the house

 writer hopes to leave behind
 work no one forgets
 And when he writes, "the end"
 To find he has the right regrets

 writer has the empty page
 Where he can use his pen
 To mend his heart
 And try to start
 Again