They say words are weak
so it don't matter what you speak.
I believe in the power of words
said with honesty and confidence
said with passion and prudence.
They're notes of what the heart sings
When it reaches the ear that listens
it's a water droplet that glistens
the lighted spectrum of the skies
after a rainy storm which cries.
They say words are weak
So it don't matter what you speak
That in itself is a twisted critique
It keeps you low, so far from the peak.
it clips the wings that words will bring
back to you; all the things for you
words that ring true will do...
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