Words from our mouths are threads we weave, From the depths of our heart, in hopes they’ll believe Each syllable born from feelings we hold, A glimpse of the soul in stories told.
For language may falter, stumble, and break, Yet from truth within, true words take shape. What lives in our hearts finds voice, finds breath, In whispers of love, or promises kept.
So may what we speak be honest and clear, Words shaped by the heart, unshadowed by fear. For truth, when spoken, lets light impart, A bridge from our soul—a map of the heart.
