Words
Seem like such simple things
But when putting them to use
To make sense of life & all it contains
Love, hate, joy, deceit
Is such a complicated thing.
Ever fearful of misinterpretation
We write and re-write
Re-think sometimes so much so
We loose the meaning of what was to be said
And misinterpret ourselves
Words
Like every simple unassuming thing in life
Can be configure & rearranged
To explode like bombs in war
Leave u feeling violated & stalked
Or open eyes & hearts like flowers on a new day
Bring on joyful laughter like thunder through the clouds
Words
Such little things
Not using them causes silence that breaks hearts
Love stumbles over them
Weakness is transformed by them
Fear can be calmed by them
Mourning can be comforted by them
Words
Even after al that is said
After all that is written
Can be empty, hollow & meaningless
Words
Even after all that is said
After all that is written
We may never find the right ones …
To use at the right times
Words
Even after all that is said
After all that is written
In all the books, in all the world
In all the various languages
There are never enough to describe
Our lives and those around us
