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 edge blade
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
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