When my words meant something
I could say what I feel
When my words meant something
I knew they were here & it was real
Like somehow I had a voice that was heard through life's foggy hayes
At one point I thought I found my ways through its maze
I knew just who I was, who I wanted to be, and why
Now it feels like I lack the ability to try..
When my words meant something
They could lift you and touch your heart
Now all they look like is lines & verses scribbled on paper
Something people crumble up & shove in their pockets to 'save' for later
When my words meant something I felt like people cared
Now that they mean nothing & I know who is and isn't there
