Words Words Words

Words, words, words

In my old Bible

How much of truth remains?

If I only understood them

While my lips pronounced them, Would not my life be changed?

Words, words, words

In Tom's old Declaration

How much of truth remains?

If I only understood them

While my lips pronounced them, Would not my life be changed?

Words, words, words

In my old songs and stories How much of truth remains?

If I only understood them

While my lips pronounced them, Would not my life be changed?

Words, words, words

On cracked old pages

How much of truth remains?

If my mind could understand them, And if my life pronounced them, Would not this world be changed?