I once wrote of words then dammed
I spoke of a construct not my own
I have my own and words behind it crammed
The other was of mud and stick, mine cement and stone
I spoke of a construct not my own
Her words were stuck for fear of rage
The other was of mud and stick, mine cement and stone
My words had no power before the damming stage
Her words were stuck for fear of rage
Survival cut her words across no longer so intense
My words had no power before the damming stage
It trickled then but now there's power so much more immense
Survival cut her words across no longer so intense
I have my own and words behind it crammed
It trickled then but now there's power so much more immense
I once wrote of words then dammed
Richard Higley © July 2011
