My words are the weapon that I wield
But are also my protection; my shield
They are the tools I use to fix the troubles that loom
And the bandages I use to heal mine and other's wounds
My words are strong, they're my super power
But they can't shake the earth or topple towers
They can however, be responsible for my success
Or maybe even, turn everything to a mess
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Sing and Dance
PoetrySing and Dance all your troubles away, and maybe they'll come back another day #98 in Poetry (9/6/16) #48 in Poetry (9/7/16)
