Track 1 of the EP The Bell Still Rings on Her Handlebars · 2023
The Red Pen Wrote Me Hope
“An old exercise book full of crooked lines and clumsy prayers. A teacher's red pen can be the kindest thing.”
art song · art song · folk-tinged · 3:59
Lyrics
I kept a school exercise book in a box beneath the stairs Pages full of crooked lines and clumsy, hopeful prayers And in the margin, small and neat, in red against the page A teacher's hand had written words I read at every age Not a grade and not a warning, not a number or a mark But a sentence in the margin that was lit like a spark It said, you have a way of seeing, do not let it go And I did not, I kept it, though I did not quite know The red pen wrote me hope In the margin of my fear A little word, a little kindness That I carried through the years When the world has told me no When I've doubted what I am The red pen wrote me hope And I know I'll find my plan I am standing now on a stage the size of all I dreamed And the lights are very bright, though not the way they seemed I hold the little book against my heart before I sing And I hear her quiet voice in everything The red pen wrote me hope In the margin of my fear A little word, a little kindness That I carried through the years When the world has told me no When I've doubted what I am The red pen wrote me hope And I know I'll find my plan She will never know the half of it The way a line can grow The way a single sentence Can teach a heart to go The red pen wrote me hope In the margin of my fear A little word, a little kindness That I carried through the years When the world has told me no When I've doubted what I am The red pen wrote me hope And I know I'll find my plan Do not let it go Do not let it go