Words

Words are always banging
Inside my head
It doesn't matter
That I went to bed!

They eat at me and eat at me
Til I pick up my pen
Then I just start writing
Til I don't know when

Theres questions and answers
And lies in disguise
What is their meaning?
Is it there that truth lies?

Who are these words for
I don't really know
But thats the way it is
Its just the way that it goes

They were meant to touch someone
Wherever they may be
It doesn't matter when they read them
Someday they will see

So I put them down on paper
I let them all out
Its the black and the white
That give them their clout!

Copyright ©2002 Rhonda Pineiro

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