Words are never just about words
Words are a world of their own
A world you and I know a lot about, we think
And yet know absolutely nothing about it
The Holocaust was born out of words as much as every Nobel Peace Prize speech
From the formula of building a bomb to scripting poetic justice, it's all words and words alone
It takes words to love, it takes words to hate, it takes words to grief, it takes words to rejoice
And yet, we think words exist for us, but do they really
Or the matter of fact is that, we merely exist to put words to purpose
You'd tell me, what a thought
And I'd say, WORD!
