The right words have always failed me when I needed them the most
but the wrong words always seemed to find their place
till there was nothing but destruction laid bare and all around me
and the feeling that this life has gone to waste.
The right words don't come easy when searching for perfection
while each day learning how imperfect life can be
to discover just how easy hope can lead to failure
and how the light that shines still fails to help us see.
The right words never found me while I was out there somewhere searching
the only words I heard just condemned me even more
while the righteous all so righteous in their towers built on bloodshed
would only judge me guilty as I lay naked on the floor.
Now the words I use are precious and I try to make them count
maybe one day they can be precious to us all?
….we must never stop believing
that words can do much healing
as long as we respect the words we call!
