Creation

There is a silent place where all creation waits
And your desires are the keys that open those locked gates
In a world that hampers your creative power
Those dreams they’d crush and all your wants would sour
But you have a weapon if you would just believe
Not only the imaginative power to conceive
But the seed that lays dormant deep in your mind
If nursed with your faith than expression will find
That once in this world can’t be taken away
And all those who doubted will stand in dismay