I Can

The words spoken are hurtful and rude,

The voices heard are clean and smooth.

They tell me of things that I will believe,

They testify of lies I will tolerate.

When the figures are gone, I will let it out,

To tell you the truth, I will doubt.

When the figures are gone, I will let them spill,

My painful tears, my lying guilt.

When the words are spoken, I will not let them stand,

When the voices are heard, I'll let them be hurt.

When the figures arise, I will not stand about,

I will take my stand, and I will bring them down.

Now the words are not spoken,

The voices have ceased.

Now the figures are but shadows,

Now my wisdom stands truthful.

Now I will not hide idle,

But thrive, because I Can.