“A pencil and a piece of paper

Will not change anything.”

“Then use ink!” she proclaimed

As if about to scream.

“The eyes are the windows to the soul.

You see:

If their wells are not full,

They cannot be free.”

“So ink is for wells

And all's well with ink...”

“And actions speak louder than -”

“Pencil! I think.”

“Good! Now go and change

What you could not grasp.

Fill their wells with all you have

And you will all be free at last.”