Swift Sword

Simple, simple, are words on softened lips, Less do speech counts on it, offensive hold, Unlike how hardened lips grip words- break zips. For shame to let out its surprising flips Always, but never on softened lips' gold. Simple, simple, are words on softened lips. Pleasing to ears like rainbow to eyes' clips, Unto its stunning color, variance fold, Unlike how hardened lips grip words- break zips. To loose blazing sun's heat- its climax rips On hardened words, loose lips do not withhold. Simple, simple, are words on softened lips That lights darkened souls to voice humble grips, Yet becomes not a slave for been that bold, Unlike how hardened lips grip words- break zips And change the atmosphere blue-red eclipse. How hardly eyes shine its way not blindfold! Simple, simple, are words on softened lips, Unlike how hardened lips grip words- break zips.