Language

It is something that one has to know
To be with his people and not let threats show
It can only be wielded by one who knows it well
For only they can say with chests which swell
It is similar to a weapon wielded by a warrior
But one who wields this gives no one fear
Their words will flow as if made from silk or velvet
Then one will see that their swords will wet
Though no warrior lives for eternity
( By the way eternity is in here not infinity but indefinitely )
The only way to talk to another
Even to the mother or father
Every syllable and every word has another meaning in different tongues
And each word makes us inhale or exhale through our mouth and lungs
Each language has its own history and age of death
Like the Indian language –Sanskrit
All one should know is that one cannot know when all they know is a bit.