WORDS ARE JUST WORDS
He speaks no words, just sits there in a daze
Looking before him, seeing his life as a haze
Does he wonder what will happen?
Does he want to invite me in?
Does he realize what he’s done?
Is there a chance that his life has not ended, yet begun?
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go that won’t bring a tear?
Does he know of the pain that he caused?
Does he know of the heart he paused?
Will he change this time?
Will his heart ever sing to a different rhyme?
Will his words ever hold truth and not lies?
Or will he turn out to be like all the other guys?
A promise over and over again
That he would, in that way, never again sin
Does he realize, that to me, his words are just words
They are a thousand nails in a minority of boards
To me, these words, they have no meaning
They are annoying bells, in my ear, ringing
Spit out and sprayed, as to pacify
Yet in the end causing a pleading cry
Does he realize that I hear, I listen
Yet to me, anymore, they mean nothing
These words are a quick jab
A sharp stab
These words are just words
They have no meaning
They are a thousand nails in a minority of boards
They are annoying bells, in my ear, ringing
Belief of these words were at one time present
For I had no reason to believe anything different
Yet through time these words have lost their measure
Spoken as if just to pleasure
Through time these words have lost their worth
For they were spoken in supposed truth to cover up the worse
These words are just words
They are a thousand nails in a minority of boards
Yet still, in time, I hope that these words that spit from his mouth
Will be words I can trust, these words that come out.
By: Jana Adams
December 3, 2006
