Words we all can alter
From the day they're born.
Sacrifice them at the altar
Before they are airborne.
Words can get you so blue,
That you would shed a tear.
Like a real strong wind blew,
Words lift you up a tier.
Words are a clashing cymbal
And can stir up your good soul.
If you use words like a symbol,
You hide them like a sole
All around the world you'll roam
But you will never meet
Any words that don't have room
To take on much more meat.
No words that you have read
Didn't shed some light.
In black and white, or red
Upon your mind they lite.
They're like the morning dew,
And the birds that soar.
Words can soothe when due
Or can make you sore.
Sep 9, 2011
Sep 9, 2011 at 11:35 AM UTC
Words we all can alter
From the day they're born.
Sacrifice them at the altar
Before they are airborne.
Words can get you so blue,
That you would shed a tear.
Like a real strong wind blew,
Words lift you up a tier.
Words are a clashing cymbal
And can stir up your good soul.
If you use words like a symbol,
You hide them like a sole
All around the world you'll roam
But you will never meet
Any words that don't have room
To take on much more meat.
No words that you have read
Didn't shed some light.
In black and white, or red
Upon your mind they lite.
They're like the morning dew,
And the birds that soar.
Words can soothe when due
Or can make you sore.