Literature
Words
Though I am writing you these words,
I do not know which words are right.
And though I'm writing you these words,
I don't know if they'll please your sight.
And I am giving you these words,
For I have little else to give.
And though I'm giving you these words,
They hardly make a worthy gift.
I am fighting for these words,
And 'tis a fight that lasts for years.
And I am fighting for these words
In the hopes they reach your ears.
I am finding you these words,
Hidden so far away.
I try to find for you these words,
I search for them through night and day.
I am weaving you these words;
This ink; this once-blank page.
And I am weaving you these