Words breed slowly on the Library shelf.
Restless and Sussurating,whispering to themselves,
Whispering of times to come and things unseen,
Tales of the past or times that have not been.

And the world turns on, and the weight of time bears down.

Men pick the words from out their breeding ground,
Some men are learned and use the words aright
Others are foolish, see what they want to see,
Mould the words to suit their cause in life

And the world turns on, and the weight of time bears down

Fools are men who use good words for evil,
Evil are men who exploit and use the fools
Death on a pale horse haunts the whispering words
Wisdom, alas, cannot be learned from books alone

And the world turns on, and the weight of time bears down!

Unfair for me to put that in a Song Challenge, as I don't think you could sing it, but once I started, it practically wrote itself. Normally I don't do serious, but Hey Ho, try something new every day!

Brian Q