sacred words are not scared

if the word means surrender
i don't know
if the word means peace so tender
i am at ease it is to show
if the word means self perfection to render
i have no gumption high or low

words that are crying day and night
are shelved had lost the missing sight
words that could build the world tired and bored
are in the woods between the knife and the sword

who is to surrender who is to yield
if there is no one around none in the field
what we see out there is not true not true
words will show the way to me them and you