Somehow Learn to Write with Pen

Gonna try out a poem.

Somehow, learn to write with pen,
and leave my mistakes behind me,
Fly with the current that sings music sweetly,
and god will come down to fly me.

Never the things live inside of this world,
give better than what is the true,
Slap me for silly or call me for crazy,
but I've as much clue as do you.

We cry for our mommies and mourn through our sorrows,
but goodness is worth the wait,
And is hiding inside us set somehow to guide us,
through time will we find our fate.

Somehow, learn to write with pen,
and leave my mistakes behind me,
Fly with the current that sings music sweetly,
and god will come down to fly me.