Words aren’t People

If words were people, A cloud could cry. Rain will make silent glass on grains of Sand.

A tear will trace a memory like a snow flake Mid-air.

If words were people, Then glass could melt.

A grain will grow A thousand fold A ear even.

They could doom the sands of gloom the desert, moven.

If words were people, Sandy white in black shadows. Desert dunes and windy tunes will make love In the Lee.

The wind will blow from the west, or maybe easterly.

Ears of grain, tears of pain will make peace Tomorrow.

But words don’t matter For people, they tell you so. Though they live In the light

In the sun, in the night. Though they grow Making love, In candle, and moonlight.

Words don’t matter For I, I told you so Around a firefly On a blanket, and under a streetlight.

Words don’t have They don’t have shadows They can hurt They can But they can never be true.

Words will never, They don’t block any light.

Words don’t ever Fight a good fight.

For word’s aren’t people For that can never be.

It is people, that are words From a cell, an embryo A name, a little fame And that’s how People grow

And that is why We cry and the clouds Can only rain The ears of grain don’t feel any pain.

That is how We have shadows Under lamp posts, in the rain

That is why words are just A clump of letters On a grain.

People are words We make love In gloom, for doom.

While the sands of the desert They tune in to the wind.

While we live for our lives As if we are all alive.

The words, they will stay They stay long behind They will stay In the air As we go.

Words aren’t people. Words aren’t people. Words aren’t people.