Words, Words, Words

Words, words, words
In my old Bible
How much of truth remains?
If I only understood them
While my lips pronounced them, Would not my life be changed?
Words, words, words
In Tom's old Declaration
How much of truth remains?
If I only understood them
While my lips pronounced them, Would not my life be changed?
Words, words, words
In my old songs and stories How much of truth remains?
If I only understood them
While my lips pronounced them, Would not my life be changed?
Words, words, words
On cracked old pages
How much of truth remains?
If my mind could understand them, And if my life pronounced them, Would not this world be changed?