These Words
If my language could speak the inspiring
I’d declare war to the opposing, inflicting
Way people treat one another
And vanish cruelty amongst lovers.
If my thoughts could grow like trees
My leaves would turn the sick, healthy
A growth and knowledge within
Is a power to place hope in
While immersed in the blooming of this flower
The pedals do not quit, no coward
And though the lines do not blur
Among the words of my father
I embrace the world on my own
Traveling this high road
With independence as my euphoria
I still think of ya
Success just needs a spotlight
Like flowers need their sunshine.
Danielle -#Thesewords