We all have so much influence, so much passion…
How can we use our words to embrace the world,
and our hands to make dreams realities?

Touch
We touch souls with our voice, silent actions, hands and lips
It’s how we survive.
For good or for bad, what we say and do to one another…is touch
What we think and feel inside is just zip-locked
Until we unfasten those infamous pink and blue clasps with
Our touch

Sticks and stones will hurt, but we often underestimate the power of our words
Words that gave the command to drop that bomb or commence that war
They touch
The words that suppress the dreamers, confuse the believers
But all is not lost

Luckily we have a simple solution…that is, those sticks and stones,
And even those words
Instead of hurling or wounding–build, instead of cursing and killing–inspire
I don’t know you, but I love you…is it really that hard,
To use touch
To love?

Feel
Our pulses combine
Like a seed planted into the earth, my life now planted into yours
Even if no words are spoken, the power of your presence
Your touch…is enough for me to know that I belong in this world

So embrace what you love and never let go
For what you touch will be golden, not rotten or frozen
The world needs your hand to hold, your voice to encourage the child who
Has almost given up
Your touch…is enough to save