these words that day

We look for these things to say

Will they mean the same the next day

Either way we pour them on the page

We paint a picture with our words 

Hope one day they will be heard 

With these fingers we will write

Until the sky is black with night 

The tears are rolling down our face

For whatever we might say 

They moved our heart that day

We pour it on the page 

Creating stories we can share

Breathe them in with all the air

Exhale them in the breeze

They get caught up in the wind

As tales they will begin

To whisper in your ears 

Sweet melodies and tunes 

They fade all of the blues

To turn them into light

For some they are just words 

To read and then reverse

And go about there day

For us they are our soul

They make our world turn

Make us whole

Bring out the sun to melt the snow

We can never let these words go