I have got the most powerful tool in my hand
It's not a knife,gun,or brass knuckle
It's a pen and a piece of paper
I use such with a strike in a promise land.
My ink is my blood
the pen is my needle
The paper is the fabric in which I sew my soul into such
I group of words and a powerful message
A weapon for the people without a voice
Such a tool that they need so very much.
The reading of their words inspires more of mine
The flame grows bigger
we intertwine
Souls knitted together
through words,pen ink,and tears
we overcome those horrid days and shortcomings
We are a united army
Standing, tall, against the sum of all fears.