Words do matter.

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent
about things that matter~ martin luther king
Words heal..
Words reassure..
Words express...

#23 Waiting..

Withering yellows yell of the glorious greens they lived through
Springing from the tiny bud, they too had a hard life
Trying to take away all the refuse we let out
Choking on suffocating toxins every hour                 

Trodden roads cry of the destiny being trampled beneath each foot

Furrowed lanes yelp under the cruelty of the plough tearing on its breast

Every eye tells a different story,
Weeps for different crisis,
Carve a different cure
But needs just one thing..

Someone to make hard life a little less painful.. or maybe worthwhile.