Words will hurt and words will heal,
will hide in owe, will shine in weal.
Words of love or words of hate,
root beneath, what seems as real.
Inside the dark, sweet words of lust
golden words, yet full of rust.
You, me and Faith, will make a change,
to save a prayer, for what will last.
Yes, words can change, indeed they change
as we move on, in laughs and tears,
beyond what still, remains unclear
there lies Hope, to ease the fear.
Let it be words, that'll seal the gate
to royal blood, prescribed as fate.
Let it be words, as stars so clear,
that'll burst our hearts, before it's late.
C.K.
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