words
it started with a word
that someone had to have herd
in the silence of darkness
someone said a word.
God had a plan
to make some land
and among it creatures
then along came man.
this was with a word.
to be alone
having nobody home
and having no words to have spoke...
it is empty.
Words are with life
and with meaning
and with light
so to be without words
is to have no life
no meaning
no light.
to have someone to speak to
and to have someone to listen to
is to let the feeling come outside of you
to scream and shout words of praise
or mumble and grumble words of hate
its all the same
meanings and feelings bleed out with each word
things are not things without words
cats are not cats and birds are not birds
and a bird's wings can not flap
and our human hands can not clap or slap
our minds will not think of thoughts
and never again
can we make up plots
it'll all disapear
do you understand?
have i made it clear?
brothers and sisters
all things through words.
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