Speaking, we take it for granted
Speaking, it connects us all
Speaking, it could raise us up
Speaking, it could be our downfall
To speak or not to speak, that could be the question
In this world filled with annihilation
Words, so powerful, they could breath comfort in a world of pain
Words, so frightful, it could breed utter disdain.
If i were to pick one job, i'd be a journalist
I'd use my power to speak the truths
I'd use my words to bring light to darkness
And to eradicate ignorance in people's hearts.
But like they say, about the pen
How it is mightier than the sword
The ability to inflict pain
With every painstaking word
But i shall remember, to use my words right
For it is to the benefit of the people
And i shall be just and forthright
Like a towering steeple.