Why are words on strike today?
Why do they refuse to flow?
I wont be what I am
if they let me go...
I'm made by them,
For it's them, that have given me my soul.
My feelings expressed through them,
My ideas through them show.
I know people through them,
And the world through them I know,
If they go,then I'm gone,
I wont be what I am, any more...
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