But words are fickle things

I want to express what’s buried in my heart
But words can be fickle things that trap and hurt
I want to use them to describe something wonderful and chaotic

How do I twist these letters and phrases into lilting lines of passion and honor?

When the words I know best are the the ones that the world has taught me.

How do I make these fickle things into things of love and hope?

The world’s words are bitter
Ones that mame and kill and despise
The ones it knows start wars and cause hate

What about the words that stopped wars and ended strife?
The ones that have brought peace and hope?

What of those?
 

Those are not taught

Because those are the words that came before the words of strive
Those fickle things are the things that began it all

Because when we want something we prey on those words

We use our tongues to weave masterfull lies of hope and deliverance

Because those words, are the words to gain trust

So we go on

We do not trust

So we lie

We twist our words to match the others

Using these fickle things for our gain

We let words of love end in words of hate

So maybe it’s not the words that will express my heart

The real and worthy hope

So I will stand in silence with my eyes afire with passion