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How can mere words convey majesty
Songs sung in heavenly tongues
Written in the dialect of gods?
How can they capture the image
The gravity
Of a sunrise overcoming the odds
And finding here not just starlight
But hope?
How can mere words ever cope
With the enormous task set before them
To shape futures and store them
Safe and dry, away from the rot
Away from the things we wish time forgot?
Hope, as a thing, has a presence
That despair, in its consumption, can't tout.
How can a phrase ever portray
What even fickle hearts can't betray
The one thing no life is without?
If what's on the inside comes out
And faith finally overcomes doubt
Why can I only speak sin?
Why does shame seem to have greater substance
And anger more colorful skin?
Why is it so hard to be who we are
And bring forth the good that's within?
Why can't I write what I know to be right
And wring out my soul through a pen?