This Sword I wield

This sword I wield, made of glass, has the power to pierce through my self doubt/ My eyes have the power to visualize lucid dreams,

where I stand in fields of lavender and buttercup/My hands have the power to repair cracks in any pot that may have been broken before/My mouth has the power to taste sweetness in

a bitter world/This voice has the power to demand justice/My feet have the power to keep walking despite my obstacles