This time, you said it all, it's there in black and white

The years of struggle fade in the end, the words felt right

All worries are gone, you've been for so long, another writer wronged

Fame suits you well, you hardly can tell, you're another writer wronged



You hid from shadows in the attics of the world

Sheltered the truth, it grew and at last your voice was heard

The pen was your sword, you've even been called, another writer wronged

Fame suits you well, you hardly can tell, you're another writer wronged



Chorus I:



Here I sit as we dine at the country club

I am wondering what to do now

I can write but it doesn't seem logical

Money has a strange effect somehow



Critics look, loved the book

The plot had such a clever hook

Life is blas