 | The origin of soft words spoken
What mysteries do unfold
When source is not quite broken
And cause has not been told
To warm a soul with gentle thought
To touch a troubled mind
To chase away some lonely mood
By simply being kind
For none to me is stranger
And will with cryptic phrase
Reach out to tell you something
That's rightly considered praise
For all of time can matter
When one does set the mind
To find a way to flatter
To any they can find
And should you fail to see my name
Its not that you should know
Though often changed its still the same
That wants all love to grow |