The Mark of My Pen

The mark of my pen, where should I begin Well I am the ink and the ink is running thin There's a weight on my chest, not atop but within Begging me each day to stop and give in Like an ocean of water, cold, black and dim I am the ink and the ink is running thin It's running thin, it's running thin I am the glue that holds this house together Cracked and faded through all the years I've measured My success as a man on my every endeavor Falling short once again, comfort no pleasure Alone in the dark, I wait out the weather 'Cause I am the glue but this house is not together It's not together, it's falling down I am the sun as the last light hits the sea I shine for a moment before night consumes me I search for salvation, but they won't let me be I'm nothing to no one try to set these thoughts free My mind a dead forest, my heart a hollow tree I am the sun and the last lights hit the sea And that is where I'll live, and will forever be Held by night's captivity So when that sunbeam shines for your eyes to see Know that I am the sun and the last lights hit the sea It's hit the sea