A hammer can build, A hammer can break, But a pen decides What history will make. It has ended wars Without drawing a blade, Lifted the broken, Built dreams from the frayed. It signs the birth Of a nation's law, Then sketches the wonder A child first saw. It writes, "I love you," Or whispers goodbye. It teaches us how, And asks us all why. It captures the voices The world tried to drown, Raises the forgotten, And tears kingdoms down. A sword may win A single day's fight, But the power of the pen Can rewrite the night. Ink has no muscles, No armor, no shield, Yet empires have fallen Because it refused to yield. So hold it with purpose. Write fearless. Write true. The next life it changes... May begin with you.