Such fickle things Such monumental movers
Shakers of disbelief Masqueraders of truth
More powerful Ever changing Words.
Words can raise us to the heavens Or leave us broken and tearful
They bring peace and strength in darkest days Or bring wars and destruction and death
But words don't have the power we think They only reflect our own souls
Words given power by the colors of our past By the darkness in our hearts By the love shown for humanity By our desire to change By the pain we've been inflicted
Words I love them They have always been there, even when everything else has crumbled around me.