These words are the way
That the soul breathes
Like a passage from the heart
Through the lungs
These words are a catharsis
A letting in, a letting out
Like the ebb of the tide
Like an emotional osmosis
These words are the blood
The life force that will spill
From the souls of those
That utilize them still
These words are the means
Of hope, of love
As the running rivers
As the fruitful winds above
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