She could break someone’s heart and make someone sad,
Or cause someone's smile and make someone glad

 

She had the power to turn night into day,

Or take black and white and turn it to grey

 

Her love could be shown, or hidden deep inside

Her hate could come out and the monster revive

 

It was a power so strong, so hard to control,

She hurt or healed others, the source was her soul

 

There were others like her, and some unknown,

The power was everywhere, in many hearts sewn

 

It was a power of evil or of goodness so loving,

It depended upon the wielder, their souls’ secrets uncov’ring

 

This power, so strong, could build or break,

It could save someone’s life or another one’s take

 

The power is speaking, our words; what we say,

A blessing or a curse? You choose the way

 

You need to know that you have this power,

It’s hard to take in, but you need to discover…

 

The truth is: it’s real, a power to break or mend,

Will you be a hero or a villain? A foe or a friend?