The Colors of Our Souls
In possibly the brightest colors
Words have taught me many things
They help me through my hardest times
And remind me why the bluebird sings
I have spoken a thousand words out loud
Ha! But in my mind?
Ten- nay, one hundred thousand sound
And with my soul are signed
Poetry is a song without a chord
But if you listen silently
You may hear the heartbeat of another
Beating ever so quietly
Our words can search our souls
They turn us up upon the earth
They show the world who we are
Maybe even determine our worth
Words have taught me what love sounds like
It has proven to me that pain is true
I have seen a soul in a stanza
In colors brighter than any green, red, or blue
Our souls are in our poetry
Our hearts are on the wall
We are projected on the stage
In the brightest colors of them all