I sit here listening,
to the books that make no noise,
while other girls are chasing after boys,
none of them see that words that can create a life,
do people still believe in sacrifice,
of heros; brave and true,
crossing waters made of the purest blue,
I sit here feeling overjoyed,
that one small ring will finally be destroyed,
and as the victors finally come back home,
they feel the sense that they were never truly alone,
The power of words run deep within us all,
whether we are mighty or very very small.
