Like vapour lost in the air
So are words
Impossible to hold
Unable to be retrieved
They are the devils that hunt us in our dream
The bulldozers that bring down walls of our heart
They are the offspring of our anger
The children of our joy
The angels that fuels our creativity
The demons that exault our disability
A right word at the right time is like rain in times drought
A right word at the wrong time is like gold without worth
Word is life word death
Word is peace word is war
Word is hope word is despair
It is the invincible line between life and death
Word is a spirit