My pen is the sword of my true-burning spirit,
My word speaks freedom to any who hear it.
These are my words,
I say them loud!
This is my voice,
I am proud!
These fingers of mine write the words of tomorrow,
They sing joyous stories and weave tales of sorrow.
I can make the sun purple, or yellow, or red,
It can be any shade that comes into my head.
For this is MY mind, my sacrosanct ground,
I am safe from the world where censors abound.
In this world of ours we boast liberty,
But how can it be so when words can't be free?
This is my stand, I'm taking the reigns,
Of my own inspiration. I'm busting my chains.
You can't silence me.
My words will run free!