The words within swell and twirl
Looking for some escape
Some outlet to dance and whirl
To make an appearance -- a shape

Within they rage
A storm that knows no end
Singing from their solemn cage
Only freedom can mend
Their wish to inhabit a page
A will no man can gauge
To whom no help can lend

Time never can quell
Those words that wish to swell
To dance and whirl and play
A power that cannot be slayed