My friends, I see you in Golden Light.
You shine in a place of darkness.
The troubles we have been through,
The pains we have felt, do not pale this Golden Light.
We are the Brotherhood of the Wordless
A band of misfits, in a not so perfect world.
We are the ones, who are overlooked,
But soon they will not be able to look away.
We are without words,
But our conversation is powerful, full of wit,
Laced in humour and powerful to the ears of those who are voiced
The ones whose tongues can easily roll the language off.
Come away with me to the Brotherhood.
A place where voices get in the way
And tapping is a sound of unity.
How long before we are together again?
How long before we can blend
Our words into poems, stories, and songs
That the children will read about in years to come?
I can’t wait to meet you again by the river,
And in the flesh,
And I’m tapping, tapping with you again.
Where the words within, can come out once more.
The Brotherhood of the Wordless is here to stay!
