The world is nothing without words;
without mans cogitated thoughts.
The world is silent with no voice;
if man doesn't help share it's deepest plots.

It's fierce wind blows silent and hollow.
Begging for mans whispered dreams.
Revealing to us its greatest sorrows.
Through it's ripping seams.

Solitude is the world without mans loud vox.
Endlessly spinning day after day.
Trapped in its own Pandora's Box.
The only key to this chest is the words we say.

So don't hold them in.
Or keep silent.
For without our words;
the world will forever pay.