There's a power in words. There's a power in being able to explain and describe and articulate what you know and feel and believe about the world, and about yourself.
There she weaves by night and day, A magic web with colors gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay, To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott.