Words,
they say so much and mean so little.
They're a weapon and a shield,
they're whispered and they're screamed.
Words are promises and words are lies,
they bring praises, they criticize.

Words mean so little.

Now a touch, a hope, and a dream,
are much more real than they seem.
A smile, a look and a gleam,
say so much more.

A touch is warm, intimate and endearing,
Hope is a weapon and a shield.
Dreams are promises, smiles are praises,
without meaningless phrases.
A look can be whispered or screamed,
or with love it is a gleam.

A touch, a look and a gleam
are promises, hopes and dreams,
and they say, I love you.

Words mean so little.


(C)Ric 91