Just words

Won't tell you where I'm going cos' only me gotta walk
Won't tell you how I'm feeling cos' only me gotta cross
Won't tell you what I'm doing cos' only me gotta make

But what I can tell you is that silence is a golden mate

To those who live in hatred
Whose religion is money
Whose companion is greed
Who are trying to buy a piece of love
And a place in Heaven above
All wrapped under the feather of a dove

What I can tell is that there's hope..
For you too

You create your own fate
Collecting your rate
But all will disappear
And what will remain
Are the things you never seem to get

Candie