Some words rattle like old snakes
Some newborn sound like the wind
Some like old skin just flake
As meanings change

Change is the challenge
Rich or poor, white or black
Given the fact that
There's no going back

Meaning or value
Weight or sorrow
Life won't be quite like this
Tomorrow.

So we blunder along
In rain and in snows
We sing a sad song
And suffer the blows

We look at our image
And sing to the mirror
And wonder by God
Who invented this terror

We did of course
It's so plain to see
That the source of the problems
Is just you and me.

It's words that matter
Set up in rows
Out of whose meaning
Everything grows.