I call myself a weaver,

Of music and words and such,

And to weave I must be brave,

For the souls I wish to touch.

I wish to make a difference.

I wish to be the light.

I wish to shine upon those,

Who have lost their sense of sight.

And although I have little to start with,

A heart and a dream,

I know that I can do it,

Because I'm not what I seem.

I am ready to carry any burden,

To help any and all,

I am ready to save the people,

Who are preparing to fall.

I will be the one,

The difference between wrong and right,

So many already look up to me,

It gives me reason to fight.

I have so much wisdom to give,

And so much wisdom to gain,

But for now I will only weave,

For in that there is little pain.

I call myself a weaver.

Of music and words and such.

And to weave I must be brave,

For the souls I wish to touch.