No words

There's a sound that you make. Wherever you go. It humbly beckons to us: Wake! It's a primal scream that calls to everyone to gather, to listen to hear,to understand to grow. No words to utter for the things that matter Your strides tell of prides old; in wide open spaces,where battle horses rode; of gigantic mountanins triamphantly summited; and hopes of futures to which we're committed- All there in your walk documented. No words to utter for the things that matter Your gentle smile gives comfort to lost, weary generations; side-tracked from ion long segregation. White stars that light and carve new paths; releaves past guilts and ensure we never part- in mind in unity,in spirit in being. No words to utter for the things that matter Yes,listen to his honest and simple words; they hail from far distant lands, where the eternal sun never sets; they are of ancient minds and future youths: Take heed to your own internal voices, they'll help you make happier choices. No words to utter for the things that matter Copyright © 04 May 2005, All rights reserved