Word Weaver
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Give me your words
Your empty phrases
And I will make them sing.
Give me your nightmares
Your wildest dreams
And I will make them real.
But make me speak words of my own
And they will fall upon empty ears.
For I am the Word Weaver
Beloved by all!
But alas, I am cursed.
For I can spin the words of others
But can no longer speak my own.
Don't cry though, I am blessed
For I can tell the stories
Of those whose tales go unheard.
I can be the voice for all
Who go voiceless in this world.
And I can also be the voice of those
Who are always heard
But not in the way they wish to be.
I am the Word Weaver
Beloved by all
Cursed yet blessed
The voice of the voiceless.