Who knew words could build stories or fairytales

Or could wipe our miseries saying His love never fails

But what's a word without a feeling 

Or without an action to provide it meaning

They're just letters in an order,

Ink on a page, 

Nothing there to show why it was made. 

But why were we made? 

What if we had no meaning?

Like a shark without a fin

A race where no one wins

Chasing the wind

Life never to begin.

We would be filled with

Lifeless hearts beating

Breathless breathing 

Always unfeeling

Just useless beings

Just there. 

Now I know some of you would say

We were made

To be who we want to

To do what we want to

But is that true?

Why were we made? 

We were made to be the action that gives words meaning

To be that reason for that feeling

To be comforted from our worries

We were made to be the fairytales

We were made to be the stories 

The tries and the fails

The tales of past glories

The weight of the world on your shoulders!

On our shoulders. 

But sometimes words release our boundaries

Because belief mediates reality

Whatever is true 

Whatever is right

Whatever is honorable 

Whatever is life. 

Words are life.