My words are my world br my prison, my walls br the stairs that i climb br to get me gently in the skies br br My words are my swords br the weapons i hide br my army that craves br in battles to fight br br My words are the dwarfs br that linger in tales br humbly awaiting br for a part to be played br br My words are my prayers br that hope to reach God br but stumbling on clouds br they fall on the ground br br My words are my fleet br in oceans and storms br with sails that have torn br the winds from the North br br My words are the wings br of a bird that can't fly br and it stays perched br by the sea its whole lifebr br alexandros filippakisbr br