What are words unheard and unsaid
The feel of love innocent but afraid
When lips move but holding it back
Prayers in whispers but it still lacks
What is Devine that you cannot see?
No miracle better than a deed, no god better than me
Because the loved who sits above, greatness he will do
But won’t do for rightness sakes, what can be done by me and you
No power in words and there be no god
Glory lies still untouched; one just needs to take the road
Braves rest in peace in the lap of their land
Their stories fly free in air as feathers and sand