The Smallest Most Powerful Tool

I hold you close to me and I don't know why. You give me strength and purpose I can't deny. Like a dry sponge, you allow me to pour, My soul into you and you never close the door. You are part of me, like my arm or my hand, So tired I become, can't even stand. My eyes glass over with water from my tears, Doing this with you helps me fight my fears. I hold you so tight, with the grip of steel, Never to let you go, so strong is my will. Through you my friend, I can do anything, Compose music, write a book, or even sing. With a delicate hand, I keep you so sharp, I can put you down to paper and then we can start. -Not for any contest