A word never written is a word never spoken.
You must be the reason that the silence is broken.
The pen might be mighty, it might be greater,
But the pen is useless without ink and paper.
Fire may burn to ash all that it can catch,
But fire can't exist without fuel and a match.
The hose will provide, it will make thirsty begone,
But no water will come out until you turn the knob.
The train will go anywhere, from poles north and south,
But it won't go anywhere until coal's in its mouth.
You are the author, you're the one with the pen,
So will you write words to shun or ones to condemn?
You are the flamer, you're the one with the match,
So will you burn thoughts of hatred, or burn a new path?
You are the gardener, you're the one with the hose,
So will you water the weed, or will you water the rose?
You are the conductor, you're the one with the train,
So will you ride it on this track, or to a new lane?
You are the reason, you're the only one who can start,
So will you sit there and watch or will you play your part?