Weaver of Words

The stories we tell have power,

The tales we weave grow strong.

Our voices take flight in our minds,

And the paper holds all, right or wrong.

The lies we tell aren’t evil,

The tricks we make are charms.

We are always deceivers,

And yet, we mean no harm.

The stories we tell have power,

The tales we weave grow strong.

Our voices persuade and enchant,

And we write a siren’s song.

The world tends to grasp faults,

Mistakes unmeaning to be.

We tire and toil our lives away,

And yet, they still cannot see.

The stories we tell have power,

The tales we weave grow strong.

Our dreams are bound in words,

And we hold the waiting throng.