Coffee House

I can’t participate
so I will create
a type of poem,
so my thoughts don’t roam.
I am at a coffee house,
everyone is as quiet as a mouse,
while the singer sings her song,
which feels like all night long.
I would like to sing,
praises to my Lord bring.
It is hard for me to sit,
for a long time to be quiet.
So I’ve decided to write
throughout this whole night.
I can raise
lots of praise
using my ink pen
it’ll be better then.