Can you hear the silent steps of my pen
as it writhes with the words it weds
Can you feel the trenches of my ink
and when you feel it; let it sink
Can you fly with the tip of your finger
Can you make a country linger
Can you show me what words you dream
Can you tell me images you scream
And can you, oh can you, forecast my intution
'Cause swords cause wars, words....revolution