Be it the brush of a quill, or the touch of a pen,
The tools of the hand, written thoughts of men
Words of pain, and words of delight,
Words of what is wrong and what is right
Words of strength and unimaginable bravery,
Words of sorrow and unthinkable slavery
Words of a smile, wishing upon an aura so bright,
Words of a scowl, restoring the ache of a cold, lonely night
With words we grasp tight, from words we believe,
By words we all live, through words we achieve
By written hand or printed page,
May each barren line be a block for your stage
Let your mind wander, make the silent chords heard,
Express all there is, with the power of a word
May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012 at 1:25 PM UTC
Be it the brush of a quill, or the touch of a pen,
The tools of the hand, written thoughts of men
Words of pain, and words of delight,
Words of what is wrong and what is right
Words of strength and unimaginable bravery,
Words of sorrow and unthinkable slavery
Words of a smile, wishing upon an aura so bright,
Words of a scowl, restoring the ache of a cold, lonely night
With words we grasp tight, from words we believe,
By words we all live, through words we achieve
By written hand or printed page,
May each barren line be a block for your stage
Let your mind wander, make the silent chords heard,
Express all there is, with the power of a word
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