The Beautiful Gift of Language

With a swift stroke of my key

I can be anything - anyone - I want to be

With an awesome, original thought

I can create wars that need to be fought

I can put ideas into your mind without ever speaking a word

I can paint the picture of a free and soaring bird

I can make you feel the pain of a mother's tear

I can make you see the terror of a child's fear

You may translate my words, although not very well

My language is mine, for this is my story to tell