Here I stand, lost like a pearl in a pod full of peas
Here I am, quiet and small,compared to this huge whit room,
all on my own
I think about who I am,
where I come from,
if I am the only one of my kind
and what I mean?
I look down at my self and clearly see the four part I am made of
W-O-R-D
I know that these are letters, each having a sound of their own
together they make up something like me
W-O-R-D
I know that I was created by the ink of a pen,
directed by the hand of a writer
W-O-R-D
I know that there are many of my kind, long ones short ones,
some are famous and used more often than others
W-O-R-D
I know that I have a simple meaning of my own,
but together we can raise a voice
W-O-R-D