The life we lead
Is full of strife
It’s whatever we create
And it’s us that chooses
Which way we go
That deciphers good or great
We don’t pick and choose
Win or lose
What ends up on our plate
Though the warmth of day
Or cold dark night
Puts it in a metaphoric state
The success or failure
Of our lives
Could end in a debate
And with our words
We rise or fall
By how they carry weight
To be lucky enough
To have the gift of gab
Is a most exclusive trait
For one single word
Whispered in the ear
Could open the floodgates
And what we do
With what we hear
We can mostly still relate