I promised myself that one day
I would write the words that every one could understand

So small
So beautiful

That even the hardest skin
Or the weakest soul
Could love what I write

So I sat with my pen in hand
And wrote

The ink sprayed vicious words of hate
Shameless words of love
And thick words of sadness

Yet the paper was blank
Just words on a page

I promised myself that one day
I would speak the words that everyone could understand

So soft
So thunderous

That even the most innocent ear
Or the hardest heart
Could understand what I say

So I stood with a microphone in hand
And spoke

The words vibrated of aching loneliness
Tearing jealously
And of everlasting grudges

Yet the sounds were deaf
Just voices in the air

I promised myself that one day
I would show the words that everyone could understand

So graceful
So silent

That even the most closed mind
Or the faintest eye
Could see what I do

So I traveled with nothing in hand
And showed the world who I was

With actions of the deepest devotion
Everlasting forgiveness
And the most purest love of all

And it meant everything

Because even the most heartfelt words
And the most amazing speeches
Mean nothing

For it is never what you write or say
That matter
It’s your actions

That change the world