Words, love,
Words, rhythm and lilt
Yield a world of richness.
They are my life blood,
Keeping me in touch with life,
And giving me the way to go.
Words are loving,
Words are hating,
They have the power of
destruction
In their depth.
Words are like broken promises,
They are said in haste,
Without thought.
When will my words bear fruit?
Ten years I have had word
And no fruit:
My heart is bitter with despair.
Words have my life in their hands.
Words connect the heart to the
soul,
They are the things we need to
know.
The spoken word is the way to go.
Words are cool,
Words are happy,
But sometimes I want to cover my
ears
And let the sounds go by.
Without words
I would be lost
In the world of the voiceless.
