How do you choose your words, do you think about ‘em long?
Do you consider whether they’ll feel soft, or if they may feel strong?
And once released where will they seek to find a place to belong?
And were they sung from the deepest pit when you bellowed out your song?
Language is a funny thing, it’s such a weird i-Dea
We tend to prune it like a plant, like an absolute freaking chia
This can be quite hard, especially when words come from our mind
And usually if we’re carrying stuff it makes ‘em that much harder t’find
So what we need to do, is find a space that’s safe
One that’s special just for you, a sacred quiet place
Where things are still enough that you can hear the language of your heart
And it won’t come immediately, it won’t happen from the start
Our goal here is to shift away from using just words or speech
Actions and truth are necessary if we want to get real deep
Because although it seems contradictory, depth is truly the goal
You might think that it is height, but check the source of the things that you know
Be intentional with the words you choose, and with the things that you sew