With the gift of that mighty sword
Pen down every emotion as a word
Knitt them in some beads of voices
Thàt seem to calm down all those noises
Write a bit more this time,
Leave a bit of yourself to fly like a windchime
Where every emotion is laid to dine
With feelings as the red wine
I will lay them on some blank sheets
Folded in some exquisite pleats
Fragile yet too strong to speak
Of a tale too hard to meet
Let's be words and meanings tonight
And be in each other's sight
As we give each other a plight
Of a dream that's oh!! So bright