Weapon

I can sit still in one place 

For a very long time 

Brewing the secrets within 

Never touching word 

To the sacred lip 

It is my truth 

To keep, to bury or to share 

The power I have 

You thought I did not 

Is mine to explore 

I can move around at will 

For short bursts at a time

Shouting from the roof tops 

Because words spoken 

Have a razor blade edge 

It is my truth 

To keep, to bury or to share 

The power I have 

You thought I cared not 

Is my weapon 

From the heart 

Char