If Words Had Wings

Someday I wonder, how nice would it be

Had words got wings, and they could flee

Could carry feelings, of a dying soldier

Stop a lover, going far forever

Scattered everywhere, the sky being pulled

Of burden felt, by feelings untold

Motivate someone, struggling with adversity

Conveying a disheartened, the words of pity

My inconsiderate imagination, I put on hold

Some things aren't meant to be told

So nicer it is, that flightless are words

Sky being left, clean place for birds

With secrecy losing all its essence

Had been hard for mankind hence

From all this I realise, certainly not words

But surely Imagination can aviate like birds