My words are my might
My pen is my sword
I just write the truth
Truth in every word.
Yes I see the busier world
Busy in buying life
But I see for the bright ahead
I ignore the strife.
When It is of a revolution
I say I am not alone
I have a mighty pen and
five fingers, all grown.
I can't behold injustice
My rhumetic heart cries
Then It feels the power of words
It consols and sighs.
I know what I write may
disgust some creepy minds
I think of them but soon again
The positivity rewinds.
They can stop my breath dear,
But they can't stop my pen,
Don't mind If I am there or not,
I will send my words from Heaven.