Feels itrefills itsteals itkills itat will.
Rising high upthe full moonfalls in a teacup.
Sometimessaying nothingis saying allyou wanted to say.
Recycler of wordsRepackager of thoughtsHoping be found new.
We take away nothingwhen we die.Yetwe die to takewhen alive.
Fill and healand not kill..that's all about words.
They differand argueand end upwith love you.