Creator
Who makes them come alive
It is on my voice they thrive
Nothing they are without me
Only one makes them move and breathe
Just letters by themselves
Looking to me and no one else
They melt to reach the heart
Listening to me for they are smart
Bending and shaping the emotions
Muses initiating notions
Encouraging dampened spirits to rise
In their arms feelings will sigh
Long as they listen to their Master
There is no thing such as disaster
Present for your entertainment
Falling in line for their arrangement
Waiting to share with you life's tears
Escorting you down through the years
They maintain as gracious host
Humble they sit while you may boast
What are they you want to ask?
They are performers of the task
Welcome stars of my equator
They 're my words
I'm the creator
Copyright © Salsa Parris | Year Posted 2006
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