Words, words, words
Forever we’re mired in words
Some are true and some look it
But all just sound like words
Words, words, words
Forever we’re mired in words
Some are true and some look it
But all just sound like words
Questions ever flow
Answers seldom come
And yet so oft we say we know the truth
‘Right’ is a funny thing
Some claim to know it well
While others call its value meaningless
The sureheaded e’er sing
That their truth-bells do knell
That any other way is evil’s kiss
And from the other side
Rebukes come ever loud
‘Those first ones have it backwards; they are wrong!’
Reality’s untied
But truth remains unbowed
Known to so few that none will hear its song.
Truth is often torn to shreds
When met by human wanting