Gerard Taylor

(16/2/1967 / Birkenhead)

WORDS


Words
They don`t belong to anyone, not you or me
Words
Come easy and free
Words
Can be changed and re-arranged
Words
They can please and tease
Words
Can be tough, hurtful and mean, dirty, unclean
Words
Are written, spoken, hand-signed or sung
Words
Whispered or screamed, sets fire to some tongues
Words
Can be hidden, twisted and turned
Words
Shredded and burned
Words
Confuse, criticise, abuse
Words
Are simple, complicated too
Words
If there was a sale, there would probably be a queue
Words
Of wisdom, freedom and faith
Words
Of hope, love and joy
Words
Of peace, its never to late
Words of old and words of new
These words from me, are free to you

Submitted: Saturday, September 18, 2010

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