By Bill Ahlfeld
Date: 19 June 2000
The Magic Pen
With my magic pen in hand
my thoughts on paper mold
a tragic life you now shall hear
a life of love turned cold
Promis me you'll save your love
save you love, said she
for 'tis the way the good book says
and so it has to be
For years she'd loved the boy, the boy,
and he had loved her too
but they'd never had, God's special love
when two are one not two
Promise me the words slipped out
I really have to know
a firm commitment of our love
on the day before you go
He promised her on his parting day
the words to her rang true
she gave a present to the boy, the man
for their love could now endure
He opened the box, the tiny box
and found within her love
a pen, with a cross, upon the clip
a sign of their father above
His school was large, her school was small
seperating was a must
but the boy the man; went to a school
of excellence; and lust
The school was rough on the boy, the man,
but he studied every day
until one day the man, the man
had wasted near away
A friend, a friend saw the man, the man,
wasting most away
so the friend, the friend, gave him white cross
which kept him through the day
White cross first, jelly beans next
the man, the boy, he took
until one day the friend informed
the man, the boy was hooked
He stole for his habit, he stole for the stuff
he stole from anyone
he was now one of the gang
just living and having fun
Now he stopped writing the girl, the girl,
but his pen had not run dry
he loved her no more for his heart didn't beat
but for the stuff that kept him alive
Parties now controlled the boy, the boy
whith lots of things to do
and now, he'd had satan's special love
where two are three not two
Summer came, and home he went
but the stuff could not be found
the boy, the boy, drank his pain away
until he nearly drowned
His parents found him in his room
and rushed him to the place
he would have died, a boy, a boy
had he not felt heavenly grace
The girl, the girl, was by his bed
she was heavenly grace
she'd rushed to the hospital, upon
hearing the news, and kissed him on the face
The boy, the boy, grew strong again
thriving on her love
the boy could grasp the world once more
because of his heavenly dove
The girl, the girl, came and talked each day
and the love between them grew
so, the boy, the man, told of his love affairs
far he felt she surely knew
But she hadn't known, for she trusted him
the pain in her face, was plain to see
but, the boy, the man, whose eyes still blurred
failed to notice, her misery
The love they had, still grew each day
like the flowers in the spring
until one day, the boy, the man, he spoke
the birds began to sing
My girl, my girl, he said with love
you've seen me through my strife
now I ask on bended knee
will you become my wife
The girl, the girl, her face turned white
and she turned it clear away
I can't for you've had the special
love, God promised us someday
The man, the man, he smiled at her
as tears rolled down his face
though I love you, I know you're right
we'll love again someplace
Back to the Heart-on-Sleeve Corner