They are thrown about here and there.
They are tossed around without any care.
Promises are made.
Lies have been told today.
Promises are broken.
Of course, apologies are spoken.
'I'm sorry, ' they say.
Sorry is just a word.
They're not ones wanted to be heard.
For, I'm sorry to say,
They cannot change yesterday.
What's in a word? It's simply a sound.
Words are everything, words are nothing.
You can make your promises.
You can gaurantee.
I won't be happy, untill I can see.
What's in a word?
What's in a lie?
Why do you insist upon
Saying nothing with everything?
Instead, say everything with nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.