We spread words
out to the big world
We spread words
out in the open
but no echoe came back

Memories are dearest
when they are short
and rarely coming back
Strange men come
and strange men go
Women in beautifull dresses
pass
Children laughing
Memories are best when
forgotten

We spread words
to the world
and winds blew-
carried them too far
We spread words
to the world  
and rain fell-
washed them away
Our words will never make the difference