Red Pen Lyrics

I saw a red pen on a bench

Walking back from class

It must've wrote ten thousand words

It's cap was in the grass

It could've drawn a little portrait of the sky

But the sky is not red so I think the reason why

This red pen was left here on this bench was to

Give me a reminder of the little things in life

The things like strawberries on a Sunday afternoon

And a gentle saunter down along the boulevard in June

Taking turns on the trampoline; Imagine new realities

Where our world rotates round a great big red pen

I took that red pen home with me

Set it on my desk

It's ink was dripping down the side

I brought it to my chest

I looked around at all the divits and divides

It's an old, red pen, all the knowledge it provides

Well i, I had to write a little poem

To remember little things in life

And it goes like

Sitting swinging near a tranquil little lake

Or a birthday party set with lots of presents, food and cake

Laying down on the lawn; counting stars as you yawn

While the world gets written by a great big red pen

Is life written by a great big red pen

The whole worlds written by a great big red pen

This songs written bout a great big red pen

The whole worlds written by a great big red pen