Here We Stand

Dirty hands can always teach.
The mute mans mouth has something to preach.
There is always something hidden in the picture.
Another’s mind can make the poor richer.
So when you’re feeling down and you think that nothing else can be found.
Just remember the faint sound of the conversation between the grounds.
The skies and the space, and the most desolate place will always whisper.
Conversation dies but the words never fade.
My love for you is as true as the oceans are jade