We are the hopeless we are the broken words are all we have if this world's a stage we dance softly on our tiptoes our eyes meeting briefly hands touching swiftly we hush in our language but if we cry, the world is tempted to cry words are all we have and words are enough to turn the tables to cause revolutions but if we burn, we can cause wildfires and the smoke can choke anyone and everyone but if we bleed, there can be rivers and fountains of blood, words are all we have words that are enough.
