This is one of many songs or writings you’ll find in the books on the Gallery page. Every book in the Gallery has a song in it, some have nothing but songs in them, please feel free to check them out. Thanks R.A    Click here hope to view the books!

                                                 Words

Songs never sang and words never heard,

scribbled on a piece of paper, thus a written word.

Immortalized between the lines, and crammed inside some book,

written words quickly forgotten, lest someone take a look!

Who will open up the book, and see things that were never said?

words were meant to be sung or spoken, laws were meant to be read!

A title or a cover, and judgement quickly passed,

a written word when not read, has lost it’s meaning fast!

There could’ve been a remedy to one of life’s little ills,

stuck between the covers , held hostage to someone’s will.

{Millions of stories never read, millions more never heard,

books and songs disregarded, become prisons of the written word.

What a shame, what a waste, the things nobody knew,

what was lying right in front of them, within everybody’s view!}

A sentence written, a paragraph born, formed into some phrase,

sometimes illustrate a picture, communication has many ways!

Communication mal distorted, then handed down by word of mouth,

distorted loss of intelligent meaning, a lost word, and it’s heading south!

Best to write it on the page, insure no  words are lost,

think of the Bible or a profound song, missing words and what’s the cost?

For thousands of years no words were written, only handed down,

You’ve seen what happens in the classroom when the word gets spread around!

Have you got something to say? you best write it on a page,

or record it in a song, I think that’s the latest rage!

You can write it or record it, but how will someone know?

there’s a gem in a book or song, among the millions it’s hard to show!

{Millions of stories never read, millions more never heard,

books and songs disregarded, become prisons of a written word.

what a shame, what a waste, the things nobody knew,

what was lying right in front of them, within everybody’s view!}

And it bears repeating, as a means to be sure,

repetition sometimes serving as a driven cure.

You can write it or record it, but how will someone know?

There’s a gem in a book or song, among the millions hard to show.