Lyrics
Of Words, Will, and Power,
Our generations,
But beware the light of this world 'tis war.
These seasons of conflict which we resolve within our minds and with each other,
Blend, as seasons do - as from winter to spring.
Words Will Empower,
Your Reasoning,
But beware the light of this world 'tis war.
As an artist of the temperate,
Words are hesitantly sketched before me,
In the preparation of foundation and structure.
Our Words Will Empower,
Our Reasoning,
But beware the light of this world 'tis war.
Alone language is scattered and splashed,
Indiscriminate - like paint in the hands of a child,
And with the seasons, as they pass me by,
I blend myself over bodies and minds.
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