I want something to be proud of
A painting, these hands to heavy
A sculpture, this hammer's swing too weak
A chord, these fingers too clumsy
A chorus, this voice too humble
Words are all that I have
Words are all that remain
I painted and no one saw but me
I sculpted and there was no clear shape
I played it fell on deaf ears
I sang and all I received was whispers
But words I can't keep to myself
Words are made for sharing
Yet what if I write and it is shunned
Pour out my heart and my innermost is ridiculed
Speak my mind and everyone disagree
Scream and no one even listen
At least then I could hear myself
Words are all that we have
Words are all that remain
If we could just listen
Nothing would be the same
Let's examine together
The profound and the strange
With open ears, open minds
We'll be forever changed.
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