Our words are bridges for Hell and Heaven to cross.
The world inside our head meets the world we think we know.
All the thoughts inside our mind get ready for the show.
The words we say
can break away,
lead us astray
away from day.
Or too the light
unblur our sight
and make awareness much more bright.
A pen becomes a sword and a keyboard just a tank.
A pencil is an arrow and your voice is more like God.
Silence
The words are hate.
The words are love.
The words give grey a violent shove.
The words are living,
build towards a goal.
The words are pieces of your soul.
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 6:07 PM UTC
Our words are bridges for Hell and Heaven to cross.
The world inside our head meets the world we think we know.
All the thoughts inside our mind get ready for the show.
The words we say
can break away,
lead us astray
away from day.
Or too the light
unblur our sight
and make awareness much more bright.
A pen becomes a sword and a keyboard just a tank.
A pencil is an arrow and your voice is more like God.
Silence
The words are hate.
The words are love.
The words give grey a violent shove.
The words are living,
build towards a goal.
The words are pieces of your soul.
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