Words (lyrics)
I
used to dream that I could write a song where I could say
All
the things I ever wanted to
Now
I’ve found the tune and all the words have gone away
What
can you do?
Think
about it
It
really is absurd
Think
about it
What’s
in a word?
Are
words all we have to make our meaning understood
Sounds
with which we try to paint a scene?
Sometimes
we make a point and other times we wish we could
Say
what we mean.
What
about the silence
In
which we wrap the words?
It’s
full of meaning
Waiting
to be heard.
Listen
to your soul and let the silence form your thoughts
And
shape the world you move through every day.
Take
care of the sense and the sounds will take care of themselves
You’ll
say what you mean
When
you mean what you say.
© Bill Healey
January 2002
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