If I could bend words
I would build a castle
Out of H
On which I'd spell E
And an E'mpire would rise up from the ground
If I could bend words
If I could, I'd breathe out clouds of letters made out of dust
Into the air
If I could, I'd blow them into a barren land
And turn them into twigs of "Y"s and L"s on top of a range
Stars of x's would twinkle in the sky at night
Just above the trees, with leaves of p's and q's
A rising sun would set on the other side, where apples as Q's
Would fall on ground of lofty V' W' and N's, upside down,
On a meadow as green as the letter G
Words made out of rough letters would then fling out of those trees
Like there is beauty in mumbling
A newly born child would cry out those words
Until the sun would rise, the apple would levitate,
The Empire would collapse
And words would bend
Until, there would be
No more letters to spell .
