
Words are my shield
My armor my sword
Words are me
Of my own accord
I breathe them, I see them
I dream them as well
I live them with faith
In them I dwell
When the heart soars high
Then the words are a song
Of love and life
I do belong
But when in doubt
My words unsteady
Searching all over
Not quite ready
Words spoken in sad times
With gentle care
Held close and guarded
In torn despair
And then more words
For humble gratitude
Warm the heart
Like the soul’s food
All my life
I learnt to speak
The words just right
As meant to be
So why is it when I see You
My rosary shatters
My words abandon me
When it really matters
Fantastic opening. Words as protection; great image!
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